Due

He is due four weeks of back pay.

The amount due is just three quid.

The due bills total nearly seven thousand dollars.

He can wait for the amount due him.

With all due respect, you're wrong about that.

With dirges due, in sad array, / Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne.

Rain is due this afternoon.

The train is due in five minutes.

When is your baby due?

As he passed though the station, he slowed to yell to the signalman, Frank 'Sailor' Bridges: "Sailor - have you anything between here and Fordham? Where's the mail?" Gimbert knew the mail train was due, and he didn't want to endanger another train with his burning bomb wagon.

The baby is just about due.

The huge square box, parquet-floored and high-ceilinged, had been arranged to display a suite of bedroom furniture designed and made in the halcyon days of the last quarter of the nineteenth century, when modish taste was just due to go clean out of fashion for the best part of the next hundred years.

The dangerously low water table is due to rapidly growing pumping.

the milky aspect be due to a confusion of small stars

Mother[…]considered that the exclusiveness of Peter's circle was due not to its distinction, but to the fact that it was an inner Babylon of prodigality and whoredom, from which every Kensingtonian held aloof, except on the conventional tip-and-run excursions in pursuit of shopping, tea and theatres.

The town is 5 miles due North of the bridge.

The river runs due north for about a mile.

Give him his due – he is a good actor.

Yes, the tide will surely turn, and meanwhile may one who is proud to call himself a partisan, invite whomever may feel disposed to bid the "T14s" adieux, to pause before giving them valediction and accord to them the respect that is assuredly their due.

Chelsea, to give them their due, did start to cut out the defensive lapses as the game went on but they needed to because their opponents were throwing everything at them in those stages and, if anything, seemed encouraged by the message that Mourinho’s Rémy-Cahill switch sent out.

He will give the devil his due.

Chanted from an ill-used race of men that cleave the soil, / Sow the seed, and reap the harvest with enduring toil, / Storing yearly little dues of wheat, and wine and oil; […]

For I am but an earthly Muse, ⁠And owning but a little art ⁠To lull with song an aching heart, And render human love his dues; […]

The key of this infernal pit by due […] I keep.