All hell shall stir for this.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Henry V. Act v. Sc. 1.

My fell of hair

Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir

As life were in 't: I have supp'd full with horrors.

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

The fretful stir

Unprofitable, and the fever of the world

Have hung upon the beatings of my heart.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey.

And Katerfelto, with his hair on end

At his own wonders, wondering for his bread.

'T is pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat,

To peep at such a world,—to see the stir

Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd.

William Cowper (1731-1800): The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 86.

Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot

Which men call earth.

John Milton (1608-1674): Comus. Line 5.

Rightly to be great

Is not to stir without great argument,

But greatly to find quarrel in a straw

When honour's at the stake.

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