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.

I like not fair terms and a villain's mind.

It is that fery person for all the orld, as just as you will desire; and seven hundred pounds of moneys, and gold, and silver, is her grandsire upon his death's-bed-Got deliver to a joyful resurrections!

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.

Zounds! sir, you are one of those that will not serve God if the devil bid you.

Lovers ever run before the clock

Short time seems long in sorrow's sharp sustaining.