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,