That no compunctious visitings of nature

Shake my fell purpose.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 5.

Angels and ministers of grace, defend us!

Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd,

Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell,

Be thy intents wicked or charitable,

Thou comest in such a questionable shape

That I will speak to thee: I 'll call thee Hamlet,

King, father, royal Dane: O, answer me!

Let me not burst in ignorance, but tell

Why thy canonized bones, hearsed in death,

Have burst their cerements; why the sepulchre,

Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd,

Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws

To cast thee up again. What may this mean,

That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel

Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon,

Making night hideous, and we fools of nature

So horridly to shake our disposition

With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4.

Might shake the saintship of an anchorite.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto i. Stanza 11.

With ravish'd ears

The monarch hears;

Assumes the god,

Affects to nod,

And seems to shake the spheres.

John Dryden (1631-1701): Alexander's Feast. Line 37.

Thou canst not say I did it; never shake

Thy gory locks at me.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.

Ho! why dost thou shiver and shake, Gaffer Grey?

And why does thy nose look so blue?

Thomas Holcroft (1745-1809): Gaffer Grey.