forbidden fruits are sweet

why don't you speak? why are you keeping mum?

a lump of raw sugar

luxury denied to the poor

syrup of sugar

there is nothing lost by civility,

brought up with much love

to kiss or to be kissed

to ask for a kiss, to solicit a kiss

treacle, dried molasses

to kiss

sweet made of molasses and rice crisps

do something stealthily

lumps of sugar he devours but refrains from eating sweet cakes

the enterprise has failed, labour has been employed in vain, the whole sugar has turned into earth.

it is better to hide one's shortcomings