All these woes shall serveFor sweet discourses in our time to come.

Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow

Sweet, bid me hold my tongue,For in this rapture I shall surely speakThe thing I shall repent.

Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.

Things may serve long, but not serve ever.

Music do I hear?Ha, ha! keep time: how sour sweet music is,When time is broke and no proportion kept!So is it in the music of men's lives.