The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door.

Sweets to the sweet! Farewell.

When such as I cast out remorseSo great a sweetness flows into the breastWe must laugh and we must sing,We are blest by everything,Everything we look upon is blest.

The taste of sweetness, whereof a little More than a little is by much too much

Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.

Instead of dirt and poison, we have rather chosen to fill our hives with honey and wax, thus furnishing mankind with the two noblest of things, which are sweetness and light.