A knavish speech sleeps in a fool's ear. - William Shakespeare

All causes shall give way: I am in blood
Stepp’d in so far that, should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as go o’er.

I have not slept.
Between the acting of a dreadful thing
And the first motion, all the interim is
Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream:
The Genius and the mortal instruments
Are then in council; and the state of man,
Like to a little kingdom, suffers then
The nature of an insurrection.

But I am constant as the Northern Star,
Of whose true fixed and resting quality
There is no fellow in the firmament.