I might not this believeWithout the sensible and true avouchOf mine own eyes.

Some true love turned and not a false turned true.

I am not worthy of the wealth I owe, nor dare I say 'tis mine, and yet it is; but, like a timorous thief, most fain would steal what law does vouch mine own.

Then the world's mine oyster.

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.

[T]his thing of darkness IAcknowledge mine.