I am sworn brother, sweet,To grim Necessity, and he and IWill keep a league till death.

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

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

Omission to do what is necessary Seals a commission to a blank of danger; And danger, like an ague, subtly taints Even then when we sit idly in the sun.

The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious.

No, rather I abjure all roofs, and choose To wage against the emnity o' th' air, To be a comrade with the wolf and owl, Necessity's sharp pinch.