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

I cannot, nor I will not, hold me still;My tongue, though not my heart, shall have his will.

And whatsoever else shall hap tonight, Give it an understanding, but no tongue

For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak - With most miraculous organ

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