Let me not live, after my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff of younger spirits.
If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottage princes' palaces.
Pride went before, ambition follows him.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible to feelings as to sight?
To you your father should be as a god.
CLEOPATRA: If it be love indeed, tell me how much. ANTONY: There's beggary in the love that can be reckoned. CLEOPATRA: I'll set a bourne how far to be belov'd. ANTONY: Then must thou needs find out new heaven, new earth.