“The ruminations are mine, let the world be yours.”
“But it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, which, by often rumination, wraps me in the most humorous sadness.”
“Let me look out for you. Let your enemies become mine.”
“Your mine, angel. And I won't let anything change that.”
“Don't let love interfere with your appetite. It never does with mine.”
“You are a Queen. Let mine be the joy of giving you your kingdom.”