Nor customary suits of solemn black.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
But I have that within which passeth show;
These but the trappings and the suits of woe.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
'T is a fault to Heaven,
A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,
To reason most absurd.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
O, that this too too solid flesh would melt,