I would applaud thee to the very echo,

That should applaud again.

Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 3.

Hang out our banners on the outward walls;

The cry is still, "They come!" our castle's strength

Will laugh a siege to scorn.

Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5.

My fell of hair

Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir

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