Affliction may one day smile again; and till then, sit thee down, sorrow!

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

Affliction is enamoured of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity.

Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald me like molten lead.

Henceforth, I'll bear Affliction till it do cry out itself, 'Enough, enough, and die.'

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