I'm not one of those people that wears something once and tosses it aside. I wear my shoes until they beg to be thrown away. Parting is such sweet sorrow - and then it's onto the next pair.
There is such sweet pain in parting that I could hang forever on thine arms, and look away my life into thine eyes.
Parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till-'t is gone, and all is gray.
Away, you mouldy rogue, away!
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.