Let this pernicious hour
Stand aye accursed in the calendar.
SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.
But in their stead
Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honor, breath,
Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act v., Sc. 3.
It was that fatal and perfidious bark,
Built in th' eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark.
MILTON: _Lycidas,_ Line 100.