Fortune, good night; smile once more, turn thy wheel

Fortune love you.

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

Well, if Fortune be a woman, she's a good wench for this gear.

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

When Fortune means to men most good,She looks upon them with a threatening eye.