when thou liest down, thou shalt not be afraid, but thou shalt lie down and thy sleep shall be sweet.

Stolen waters are sweet, and the bread of secrecy is pleasant.

The desire accomplished is sweet to the soul; but it is abomination to the foolish to depart from evil.

Pleasant words are as a honeycomb, sweet to the soul, and health for the bones.

Bread of falsehood is sweet to a man, but afterwards his mouth shall be filled with gravel.

Thy morsel which thou hast eaten must thou vomit up, and thou wilt have wasted thy sweet words.

Eat honey, my son, for it is good; and a honeycomb is sweet to thy taste:

The full soul trampleth on a honeycomb; but to the hungry soul every bitter thing is sweet.