Men are April when they woo, December when they wed.
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.
When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover.
What's gone, and what's past help, Should be past grief.
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
He is well paid that is well satisfied.