Blow, wind! come, wrack!

At least we 'll die with harness on our back.

Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5.

Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.

Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 6.

I bear a charmed life.

Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 8.[126:1]

And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd,

That palter with us in a double sense:

That keep the word of promise to our ear