I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.

Butter and honey shall he eat, that he may know to refuse the evil, and choose the good.

Hast thou found honey? eat so much as is sufficient for thee, lest thou be filled therewith, and vomit it.

And the same John had his raiment of camel's hair, and a leathern girdle about his loins; and his meat was locusts and wild honey.

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

Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

How sweet are thy words unto my taste! yea, sweeter than honey to my mouth!

It is not good to eat much honey: so for men to search their own glory is not glory.