Good night, sweet prince and thank you for the moon.

And now, my sweet prince, there was a woman promised me, if I brought two hundred men.

"Good night, sweet prince," said Rupert as he left.

"It was not him, my sweet prince," she tried to explain.

Placed one on each of the child's eyes, whispering, "Good night, sweet prince.

I kept saying over and over again, 'Good night, sweet prince.'

Good night sweet prince, may flights of angels see you to your dreams.

This Hamlet is no brooding intellectual or dashing "sweet prince".

Good night, sweet prince, And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!

On the tombstone are the masks of comedy and tragedy, with the inscription "Good night, sweet prince."