The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!

The body of a dead enemy always smells sweet.

We love being in love, that's the truth on't.

Till sin be bitter, Christ will not be sweet.

I'm the tower of power, too sweet to be sour.

Sweet Auburn, loveliest village of the plain.

You can't make stuffing with sweet cornbread.

New Year's most glorious light is sweet hope!

Of all sweet passions Shame is the loveliest.

What was hard to suffer is sweet to remember.

Sweet is old wine in bottles, ale in barrels.

What the world needs now is love, sweet love.

The name of freedom regained is sweet to hear.

I want my wife to wake me up with a sweet kiss

How sweet to be a Cloud. Floating in the Blue!

Day's lustrous eyes grow heavy in sweet death.

Schoenberg is too melodious for me, too sweet.

Every sweet has its sour; every evil its good.

Through love all that is bitter will be sweet.

A sweet child is the sweetest thing in nature.

Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.

It's sweet that I don't have to do my laundry.

No tears Dim the sweet look that Nature wears.

Sitcoms are usually sweet with no viciousness.

My mom is painfully sweet; she's from Nebraska.

Love me tender, love me sweet, never let me go.

Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.

Jesus makes the bitterest mouthful taste sweet.

It is sweet to let the mind unbend on occasion.

Deadly poisons are concealed under sweet honey.

He rolls it under his tongue as a sweet morsel.

The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet.

How sweet to remember the trouble that is past.

The gentlemen like it when a lady smells sweet.

And all winds go sighing For sweet things dying.

Sweet instinct leaps; slow reason feebly climbs.

Cook the truth in charity until it tastes sweet.

Sweet Jesus, war does terrible things to people.

The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets.

Indolence is sweet, and its consequences bitter.

What fills us is real, sweet, dopey, funny life.

Love planted a rose, and the world turned sweet.

Sweet and glorious it is to die for our country.

Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever.

The soul of sweet delight, can never be defiled.

Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy.

Love is like a pineapple, sweet and undefinable.

Being able to breathe underwater would be sweet.

Your heart is mine; there I reign. I am content.

Autumn is as joyful and sweet as an untimely end.

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