GLENDOWER: At my nativity
The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes,
Of burning cressets; and at my birth
The frame and huge foundation of the earth
Shaked like a coward.
HOTSPUR: Why, so it would have done at the same season, if your mother’s cat had but kittened, though yourself had never been born.

– William Shakespeare

Henry IV, Part 1, Act 3, Scene 1.