One half of me is yours, the other half is yours,
Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours,
And so all yours.

Love shall be our token; love be yours and love be mine.

Then the world's mine oyster.

[T]his thing of darkness IAcknowledge mine.

There's not a note of mine that's worth the noting.

She is mine own,And I as rich in having such a jewelAs twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl,The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.