Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3.

Ham.  The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold.

Hor.  It is a nipping and an eager air.

Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4.

But to my mind, though I am native here

And to the manner born, it is a custom

More honoured in the breach than the observance.

Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4.

Angels and ministers of grace, defend us!

Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd,