There's a sweetness to it.

Instead of dirt and poison, we have rather chosen to fill our hives with honey and wax, thus furnishing mankind with the two noblest of things, which are sweetness and light.

Everye white will have its blacke, And everye sweete its soure.

To pile up honey upon sugar, and sugar upon honey, to an interminable tedious sweetness.

Sweet meat must have sour sauce.

More to be desired are they than gold, yea, than much fine gold: sweeter also than honey and the honeycomb.