Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract tonight. It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden; too like the lightning, which doth cease to be. Ere one can say "It lightens." Sweet, good night! This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath may prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Good night, good night! As sweet repose and rest, come to thy heart as that within my breast.