Some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs. (Quote by - Lord Alfred Tennyson)

Coal-black is better than another hue In that it scorns to bear another hue; For all the water in the ocean Can never turn the swan's black legs to white, Although she lave them hourly in the flood. (Quote by - William Shakespeare)

Sweet meat must have sour sauce. (Quote by - Ben Jonson)

And over the pond are sailing Two swans all white as snow; Sweet voices mysteriously wailing Pierce through me as onward they go. They sail along, and a ringing Sweet melody rises on high; And when the swans begin singing, They presently must die. (Quote by - Heinrich Heine)

The dying swan, when years her temples pierce, In music-strains breathes out her life and verse, And, chanting her own dirge, tides on her wat'ry hearse. (Quote by - Phineas Fletcher)

The pursuit of the perfect, then, is the pursuit of sweetness and light. (Quote by - Matthew Arnold)