Loose his beard, and hoary hair

Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air.

Thomas Gray (1716-1771): The Bard. I. 2, Line 5.

A woman moved is like a fountain troubled,—

Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): The Taming of the Shrew. Act v. Sc. 2.

  Doct.      Not so sick, my lord,

As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies,

That keep her from her rest.

  Macb.        Cure her of that.

Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd,

Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,

Raze out the written troubles of the brain,

And with some sweet oblivious antidote

Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff

Which weighs upon the heart?

  Doct.        Therein the patient

Must minister to himself.

  Macb.  Throw physic to the dogs: I 'll none of it.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 3.