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

Shakespeare.    

	To all, to each, a fair good night,
	And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.

Scott.    

	At once, good night—
	Stand not upon the order of your going,
	But go at once.

Shakespeare.    

	Look, the world’s comforter, with weary gait,
	His day’s hot task hath ended in the west:
	The owl, night’s herald, shrieks—’tis very late;
	The sheep are gone to fold, birds to their nest;
	And coal-black clouds, that shadow heaven’s light,
	Do summon us to part, and bid good night.

Shakespeare.