Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing Can touch him further. Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine - Page 453 1817 Full view - About this book
...nightly: better be with the dead . . . Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave: After life's fitful fever he sleeps well, Treason has done his worst; nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing Can touch...