King: How is it that the clouds still hang on you?

Hamlet: Not so my Lord, I am too much i' th' sun.

Queen: Good Hamlet cast thy nightly colour off,
And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark.
Do not for ever with thy vailed lids
Seek for thy noble father in the dust;
Thou know'st 'tis common, all that lives must die,
Passing through nature, to eternity.

Hamlet: Ay Madam, it is common.

Queen: If it be,
Why seems it so particular with thee?

in Hamlet, William Shakespeare