You are the sweetest boy in the world.
That was the sweetest thing to do.
They sang their sweetest songs to show how much they loved him.
The Ancients always choose the sweetest blood monkeys.
Dean asked in his sweetest tongue-in-cheek voice.
A grumpy man answered and Dean tested his sweetest voice.
You are the kindest, sweetest person I have ever met.
I hear your blood is the sweetest of all.
Its supposed ill-boding nature is alluded to in Shakespeare's VI., where Suffolk desires for his enemies "their sweetest shade, a grove of cypress trees."
But she's a girl now, and the sweetest, loveliest girl in all the world.
Mildred is the dearest and sweetest little maiden in the world.
Jakey was the sweetest little fellow you can imagine, but he was poor and blind.
Dean started to protest but his wife began carrying the packed ornaments from the room and asked in her sweetest tone if he could remove the now-dried Christmas tree and finish a short list of Bird Song chores she'd drawn up earlier.
It seems almost certain that her fear to have him absent led him to compose one of his loveliest poems: "Sweetest Love, I do not go For weariness of thee."
What news can you give me concerning my friend Arion, the sweetest of all musicians?
I count it one of the sweetest privileges of my life to have known and conversed with many men of genius.
Much that I hold sweetest, much that I hold most precious, I owe to her.
Mildred has grown much taller and stronger than she was when I went to Boston, and she is the sweetest and dearest little child in the world.
Please give my love to Miss Derby and tell her that I hope she gave my sweetest love to Baby Ruth.
You're the sweetest person I've ever met.
The "khen," or mouth organ, which is universal among them, is the sweetest-toned of eastern instruments.
When any stranger comes and asks who is the sweetest singer, they are to answer with one voice, the " blind man that dwells in rocky Chios; his songs deserve the prize for all time to come."
In the year of his marriage we find Comte writing to the most intimate of his correspondents: - " I have nothing left but to concentrate my whole moral existence in my intellectual work, a precious but inadequate compensation; and so I must give up, if not the most dazzling, still the sweetest part of my happiness."
By Premanand, the sweetest of our bards.