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.

For what good turn? Messenger: For the best turn of the bed.

Comfort's in heaven, and we are on the earth

You wear out a good wholesome forenoon in hearing a cause between an orange wife and a fosset-seller.

Things may serve long, but not serve ever.

Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, Shall win my love.

Good things should be praised.