Will you walk out of the air, my lord? HAMLET Into my grave.
Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.
What can be happier than for a man, conscious of virtuous acts, and content with liberty, to despise all human affairs?
My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that color.
Thou whoreson, senseless villain!
My charity is outrage, life my shame; And in that shame still live my sorrow's rage!