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• For solitude sometimes is best society, And short retirement urges sweet return.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ix, Line 249...
• What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd! How sweet their memory still!
  But they have left an aching void The world can never fill....
• How sweet it is!
• Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King John -- Act i, Sc.
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• Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound
• I forget how to move When my mouth is this dry And my eyes are bursting hearts In a bloodstained sky Oh, it was sweet and wild.
  -- The Cure, "Homesick...
• Virtue could see to do what virtue would By her own radiant light, though sun and moon Were in the flat sea sunk.
  And Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude, Where with her best nurse Contemplation She plumes her feathers and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all-to ruffled, and sometimes impair'd....
• Dear Lord: Please make my words sweet and tender, for tomorrow I may have to eat them.
• How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown, Within whose circuit is Elysium And all that poets feign of bliss and joy!
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VI -- Act i, Sc. 2...