From “Hamlet,” Act I. Sc. 2.
  QUEEN.—Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted color off,
And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark.
Do not, forever, with thy veilèd lids
Seek for thy noble father in the dust:
Thou know’st ’t is common,—all that live must die,
Passing through nature to eternity.
  HAMLET.—Ay, madam, it is common.
  QUEEN...