Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.
They do not love that do not show their love.
Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun, and with him rise weeping.
Enough no more; Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Let the sap of reason quench the fire of passion.
A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us; His dew falls everywhere.