|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|The roaring cataract, the snow-topt hill,|
Inspiring awe, till breath itself stands still.
Bloomfield.Farmers Boy, Spring.
|I cannot tell what you and other men|
Think of this life; but, for my single self,
I had as lief not be, as live to be
In awe of such a thing as I myself.
Shakespeare.Julius Cæsar, Act I. Scene 2. (Cassio to Brutus.)