La mort ne fait jamais mal. La mort est douce† Ce qui fait souffrir avec certains poisons, certaines blessures maladroites, c'est la vie. C'est le reste de vie. Il faut se confier franchement a'   la mort comme une amie. Death never hurts. Death is sweet† Life is what makes us suffer with its poisons and awkward injuries. That's what remains of life.We must confide freely in death as we would in a friend.

-Anouilh,Jean
Eurydice, act1.

How sweet are thy words unto my taste! yea, sweeter than honey to my mouth!

-Bible (Old Testament)
Psalms119:103.

Stolen waters are sweet, and bread eaten in secret is pleasant.

-Bible (Old Testament)
Proverbs 9:17.

Itook thelittlebookout of theangel'shand, and ate it up; and it was in my mouth sweet as honey: and as soon as I had eaten it, my belly was bitter.

-Bible (NewTestament)
Revelation10:9^10.

So sweet love seemed that April morn, When first we kissed beside the thorn, So strangely sweet, it was not strange We thought that love could never change. But I can tellölet truth be toldö That love will change in growing old; Though day by day is nought to see, So delicate his motions be.

-Bridges, Robert Seymour
  'So Sweet Loved Seemed'.

We loved, siröused to meet: How sad and bad and mad it wasö But then, how it was sweet!

-Browning, Robert
  Dramatis Personae,'Confessions', stanza 9.

All my joys to this are folly, Naught so sweet as melancholy.

-Burton, Robert pseudonym DemocritusJunior
Anatomy of Melancholy,'The  Author's  Abstract of Melancholy'.

Sweet is revengeöespecially to women.

-Rochdale
^24  Don Juan, canto1, stanza124.

'Tis sweet to win, no matter how, one's laurels By blood or ink; 'tis sweet to put an end To strife; 'tis sometimes sweet to have our quarrels, Particularly with a tiresome friend; Sweet is old wine in bottles, ale in barrels; Dear is the helpless creature we defend Against the world; and dear the schoolboy spot We ne'er forget, though there we are forgot.

-Rochdale
^24  Don Juan, canto1, stanza126.

You promise heavens free from strife, Pure truth, and perfect change of will; But sweet, sweet is this human life, So sweet, I fain would breathe it still; Your chilly stars I can forgo, This warm kind world is all I know.

-Cory,William originally  WilliamJohnson
  Ionica, Poems,'Mimnermus in Church'.

Drinking is the soldier's pleasure; Rich the treasure; Sweet the pleasure; Sweet is pleasure after pain.

-Dryden,John
  Alexander's Feast, l.57^60.

By cool Siloam's shady rill How sweet the lily grows!

-Heber, Reginald
  In the Christian Observer,  Apr.

Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori. It is a sweet and seemly thing to die for one's country. See Owen 632:57.

-Horace full name  Quintus Horatius Flaccus   65
Odes, bk.3, no.2, l.13.

Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast; Still to be powdered, still perfumed, Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free: Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.

-Jonson, Ben
^10  Epicoene, act1, sc.1.

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but, more endeared, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone.

-Keats,John
  Lamia, Isabella, The Eve of St.  Agnes and Other Poems,'Ode on a Grecian Urn', stanza 2.

   Tout au monde est me"  le¤   d'amertume et de charmes: La guerre a ses douceurs, l'hymen a ses alarmes. Everything in the world is a mixture of the sweet and the sour: War has its own sweetness and marriage its alarms.

-La Fontaine,Jean de
  Fables, pt.3, no.1,'Le meunier, son fils et l'a"  ne'.

Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly.

-Lovelace, Richard
  Lucasta,'To Lucasta, Going to the Wars'.

   A heat full of coldness, a sweet full of bitterness, a pain full of pleasantness, which maketh thoughts have eyes and hearts ears, bred by desire, nursed by delight, weaned by jealousy, killed by dissembling, buried by ingratitude, and this is love. Fair lady, will you any?

-Lyly,John
  Gallathea, act1, sc.2. The passage gently satirizes the conventions of love sonnets, and is characterized by the yoked opposites called Euphuisms, after Lyly's earlier work, a style later used by the metaphysical poets.

That sweet bondage which is freedom's self.

-Shelley, Percy Bysshe
  Queen Mab, canto 9.

Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay, And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss and flowers So sweet, the sense faints picturing them.

-Shelley, Percy Bysshe
  'Ode to theWestWind', l.29^36.