sweetness of thy name fills my heart when I forget mine- like thy morning sun when the mist is melted.
您的名字的甜蜜充溢着我的心，而我忘掉了我自己的，——就象您的早晨的太阳升起时，那大雾便消失了。
Beauty in a woman's face, like sweetness in a woman's lips, is a matter of taste.
女性面貌之美，有如其香唇之甜，是趣味（嗜好）的问题。
The slave has never experienced the sweetness of freedom.
这个奴隶从未体验过自由的快乐。
