"So sweetly she bade me adieu, I thought that she bade me return."

"Fare thee well; The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort!"

"Sweets to the sweet; farewell!"

"Farewell, and stand fast."

"Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue! O, farewell! Farewell the neighing steed, and…"

"Here's my hand. And mine, with my heart in't: and now farewell, Till half an hour hence."

"Then westward ho! Grace and good disposition Attend your ladyship!"

"Though I often salute you, you never salute me first; I shall therefore, Pontilianus, salute you with an eternal fare…"

"Gude nicht, and joy be wi' you a'."

"Farewell to Lochaber, and farewell, my Jean, Where heartsome wi' thee I hae mony day been: For Lochaber no more, Loch…"