A thousand times good night. A thousand times the worse, to want thy light. Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, but love from love, toward school with heavy looks.

“So, good night unto you all.Give me your hands, if we be friends,and Robin shal…”

“No longer mourn for me when I am deadthan you shall hear the surly sullen bell …”

“love thou the rose: yet leave it on its stem”

“And it is very much lamented,...That you have no such mirrors as will turnYour …”