“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,' she whispered'That I shall say good night till it be morrow,' Harry replied.”

“Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.”

“Those that Hobgoblin call you and sweet Puck,You do their work, and they shall have good luck:Are not you he?''Thou speak'st aright;I am that merry wanderer of the night.”

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

“All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.”

“Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.”