Two Shakespeare Songs

JULIET
    [Sweet, so would I:
    Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.]1
    Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow,
    That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

    Exit above

ROMEO
    Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!
    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.]1

That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou seest the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire
Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by.
  This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,
  To love that well which thou must leave ere long.