How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,Like softest music to attending ears!

Except I be by Silvia in the night,/ There is no music in the nightingale;/ Unless I look on Silvia in the day,/ There is no day for me to look upon.

Come, my coach! Good-night, ladies; good-night, sweet ladies; good-night, good-night.

I am never merry when I hear sweet music

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

Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night sweet prince, And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.