He was but as the cuckoo is in June,Heard, not regarded.

All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told

Cuckoo, cuckoo; O, word of fear,Unpleasing to a married ear!

The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.

We have heard the chimes at midnight.

Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,It seems to me most strange that men should fear;Seeing that death, a necessary end,Will come when it will come.