1 One minded like the weather, most unquietly.
2 To know our enemies' minds, we rip their hearts, Their papers is more lawful.
3 My son Came then into my mind, and yet my mind Was then scarce friends with him.
4 When the mind's free, The body's delicate: the tempest in my mind Doth from my senses take all feeling else Save what beats there.
5 Pray, do not mock me: I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward, not an hour more nor less; And to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind.
6 Who alone suffers, suffers most i the mind, Leaving free things and happy shows behind: But then the mind much sufferance doth o'erskip When grief hath mates, and bearing fellowship.
7 Put on what weary negligence you please, You and your fellows; I'd have it come to question: If he distaste it, let him to our sister, Whose mind and mine, I know, in that are one, Not to be overruled.
8 His own unkindness, That stripp'd her from his benediction, turn'd her To foreign casualties, gave her dear rights To his dog-hearted daughters, these things sting His mind so venomously that burning shame Detains him from Cordelia.
9 A serving-man, proud in heart and mind; that curled my hair; wore gloves in my cap; served the lust of my mistress' heart, and did the act of darkness with her; swore as many oaths as I spake words, and broke them in the sweet face of heaven.