Shall I bid her goe? what and if I doe? Shall I bid her goe and spare not? Oh no, no, no, I dare not.

If we must part forever, Give me but one kind word to think upon, And please myself with, while my heart's breaking.

Till then, good-night! You wish the time were now? And I. You do not blush to wish it so? You would have blush'd yourself to death To own so much a year ago. What! both these snowy hands? ah, then I'll have to say, Good-night again.

Good night! I have to say good night, To such a host of peerless things!

There's nothing good about goodnight when it means goodbye.

Such parting break the heart they fondly hope to heal.