Then the world's mine oyster.

Why then the worlds mine oyster, Which I with sword shall open.

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.

Rich honesty dwells like a miser, sir, in a poor house; as your pearl in a foul oyster

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