I hold it truth with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things. Tennyson.In Memoriam, I. Verse 1.
But were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue In every wound of Cæsar, that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny. Shakespeare.Julius Cæsar, Act III. Scene 2. (Antony to the Citizens.)