“I live in a city sorrow builtIt's in my honey, it's in my milk.”
“How long has it been since you've eaten?My faith is all the nourishment I need.Faith is like porridge. Better with milk and honey.”
“Your lips, beloved, are like a honeycomb: honey and milk are under the tongue. And the smell of your clothes is like the smell of my home.”
“Perhaps it's a hard thing to say, but joy and sorrow are like milk and cookies.”
“Dat's what they say of this cauntry back home, Kath: 'America, the land of milk and honey.' Bot they never tell you the milk's gone sour and the honey's stolen.”
“Faith is like porridge. Better with milk and honey.”