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

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

"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."

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

"Farewell, happy fields, Where joy forever dwells; hail, horrors!"

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