i will not fail: 'tis twenty years till then. i have forgot why i did call thee back.
let me stand here till thou remember it.
And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget, forgetting any other home but this.
I shall forget, to have thee still stand here, remembering how i love thy company.
i would i were thy bird.
'Tis almost morning; i would have thee gone: and yet n o further than a wanton's bird: who lets it hop a little from her hand, like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, and with as silk thread plucks it back again, so loiving-jealous of his liberty.
Sleep dwell upon thine eyes! Would i were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! Hence will i to my ghostly father's cell, his help to crave, and my dear hap to tell.
Sweet, so would i: yet i should kill thee wiht much cherishing. Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, that i shall say good night till it be morrow.