Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting 'I dare not' wait upon 'I would,' Like the poor cat i' the adage?
Set your heart at rest. The fairyland buys not the child of me.
My business was great, and in such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy.
Will you walk out of the air, my lord? HAMLET Into my grave.
Death is a fearful thing.
Let never day nor night unhallowed pass, but still remember what the Lord hath done.