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Methinks you are my glass, and not my brother: I see by you I am a sweet-faced youth.
Honor is an old-world thing; but it smells sweet to those in whose hand it is strong.
A sweet new blossom of humanity, fresh fallen from God's own home, to flower on earth
Life isn't always fair, lass, but that doesn't mean it can't still be sweet."- Dageus
Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong, And doubly sweet a brotherhood in song.
Dear bells! how sweet the sound of village bells When on the undulating air they swim!
I eat anything, especially sweets. Chocolate, cookies, and I love mint-chip ice cream.
People's love of sweets and guilty feelings about overindulgence are pretty universal.
The song of the voice is sweet, but the song of the heart is the pure voice of heaven.
To share happiness, and to have done something good before leaving this life is sweet.
Behind every sweet smile, there is a bitter sadness that no one can ever see and feel.
The worst mistakes I've made have been the ones directed by sweet-natured hopefulness.
Bhakti and Humility cannot be separated like sweetness cannot be separated from sweet.
There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass.
It is sweet to surve one country by deeds, and it is not absurd to surve her by words.
The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live.
How much more doth beauty beauteous seem by that sweet ornament which truth doth give!
It is sweet to die young! It is sweet to render to God a life still full of illusions!
Find your own 'sweet spot'. Take your talents and enjoy them, share them, expand them.
Ever absent, ever near; Still I see thee, still I hear; Yet I cannot reach thee, dear!
How sweet the past is, no matter how wrong, or how sad. How sweet is yesterday's noise
I love Emmylou Harris's version of my song, 'Sweet Old World.' Her intonation is great.
In my mind it strolls, as well as in my apartment. A cat, strong, sweet and delightful.
Truly there is nothing in the world so blessed or so sweet as the heritage of children.
The bird That glads the night had cheer'd the listening groves with sweet complainings.
If human lives be, for their very brevity, sweet, then beast lives are sweeter still...
Bacchus, that first from out the purple grape Crush'd the sweet poison of misused wine.
When the sappy boughs Attire themselves with blooms, sweet rudiments Of future harvest.
And if there's love, you can do without happiness too. Even with sorrow, life is sweet.
The puritan through life's sweet garden goes to pluck the thorn and cast away the rose.
Ah, sweet alcohol. Like a true friend, you replace the anger with better, louder anger.
Never so sweet a repast as the Reaper's when you tread upon the threshold of a Quiznos.
Jack Sprat could eat no fat,His wife could eat no lean. A real sweet pair of neurotics.
Is victory sweet because your side wins - or is it really because the other side loses?
O land and soil, red soil and sweet-gum tree, So scant of grass, so profligate of pines
High honors are sweet To a man's heart, but ever They stand close to the brink of grief.
Friendship, sweet-resting place of the soul, the gloaming wherein our hearts find peace.
Passion lends them power, time means to meet, tempering extremities with extremes sweet.
I'm Doctor McMahon with a Ph.D. in sweet-ass rock with an emphasis in set list creation.
Well pleaseth me the sweet time of Easter. That maketh the leaf and the flower come out.
How cruelly sweet are the echoes that start, When memory plays an old tune on the heart.
'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark our coming, and look brighter when we come.
Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.
Sweet songs of youth, the wise, the meeting of all wisdom To believe in the good in man.
Constant Penelope sends to thee, careless Ulysses. Write not again, but come, sweet mate
When the soul hears no other calls than those of the sweet chaos of daily good and evil.
Mothers arms are made of tenderness, And sweet sleep blesses the child who lies therein.
Come to the stable. Come to where the horses are, and the sweet, grainy, pungent smells.
Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on.
Where penury is felt the thought is chain'd, And sweet colloquial pleasures are but few.