Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noontide night

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

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

What light through yonder window breaks?

To weep is to make less the depth of grief.

How soon my sorrow hath destroyed my face