I am never merry when I hear sweet music.
Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
He hath a heart as sound as a bell, and his tongue is the clapper; for what his heart thinks his tongue speaks.
Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death the memory be green.
Woe to that land that's governed by a child.
Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm from an anointed King.