In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman street: Stars with strains of fire, and dews of blood; Disasters in the sun. Shakespeare.Hamlet, Act I. Scene 1. (Prodigies.)
The night has been unruly: where we lay, Our chimneys were blown down: and, as they say, Lamentings heard i the air. Some say the earth was feverous, and did shake. Shakespeare.Macbeth, Act II. Scene 3. (Lenox to Macbeth.)
The bay-trees in our country are all witherd, And meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven: The pale-faced moon looks bloody on the earth, And lean-looked prophets whisper fearful change. Shakespeare.King Richard II., Act II. Scene 4. (A Captain to Salisbury.)