Pain pays the income of each precious thing.
If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark
Good counselors lack no clients.
The quality of nothing hath not such need to hide itself
Though Death be poor, it ends a mortal woe.
Here comes Monseiur Le Beau. Rosalind: With his mouth full of news. Celia: Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed their young. Rosalind: Then shall we be news-crammed. Celia: All the better; we shall be the more marketable.