Come, my coach! Good-night, ladies; good-night, sweet ladies; good-night, good-night.

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

Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night sweet prince, And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.

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

A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing.

How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,Like softest music to attending ears!