Blessings of your heart, you brew good ale.
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks.
Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.
Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine.
This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers. Away; go. They say there is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death.