When you lie down, you will not be afraid;
When you lie down, your sleep will be sweet.

“Stolen water is sweet;
And bread eaten in secret is pleasant.”

Desire realized is sweet to the soul,
But it is an abomination to fools to turn away from evil.

Pleasant words are a honeycomb,
Sweet to the soul and healing to the bones.

Bread obtained by falsehood is sweet to a man,
But afterward his mouth will be filled with gravel.

My son, eat honey, for it is good,
Yes, the honey from the comb is sweet to your taste;

A sated man loathes honey,
But to a famished man any bitter thing is sweet.

Oil and perfume make the heart glad,
So a man’s counsel is sweet to his friend.