The king hath note of all that they intend, by interception which they dream not of.
Will you walk out of the air, my lord? HAMLET Into my grave.
I have a soul of lead So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.
There was never yet philosopher that could endure the toothache patiently
In springtime, the only pretty ring time Birds sing, hey ding A-ding, a-ding Sweet lovers love the springโ
If music be the food of love, play on.