“All that's bright must fade,—
The brightest and the fleetest;
All that's sweet was made,
But to be lost when sweetest.”

“Sweet are the words of Love, sweeter his thoughts:
Sweetest of all what Love nor says nor thinks.”

“Hence, all you vain delights,
As short as are the nights
Wherein you spend your folly!
There's naught in this life sweet
But only melancholy;
O sweetest melancholy!”

“There's nothing in this world so sweet as love, and next to love the sweetest thing is hate.”

“Carv'd with figures strange and sweet,
All made out of the carver's brain.”

“Oh, Mexico.
It sounds so sweet with the sun sinking low.
Moon's so bright like to light up the night,
Make everything all right.”

“The sound was pure and sweet as water, bright as lemons.”

“The moon shines bright. In such a night as this. When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees and they did make no noise, in such a night…”

“Tell me thou all pervading mind,
When I this life forsake,
Must ev'ry tender tie unbind,
Each sweet connection break?”

“I arise from dreams of thee
In the first sweet sleep of night,
When the winds are breathing low,
And the stars are shining bright.”