Forbidden fruit a flavor has
That lawful orchards mocks ;
How luscious lies the pea within
The pod that Duty locks !

Your fair discourse hath been as sugar,
Making the hard way sweet and delectable.

Pleasant, berries in the time of harvest; Also pleasant, wheat upon the stalk. Pleasant the sun moving in the firmament; Also pleasant the retaliators of outcries.

In a good play every speech should be as fully flavoured as a nut or apple.

But she's a nut, and nuts win.

Sweet food of sweetly uttered knowledge.

with that sort of gigantic delicacy of an elephant picking up a peanut.

Lois looked edible, and you know it was tender all the way through, a kind of mystic combination of filet mignon and a Georgia peach aching for the tongue and ready to bleed gold.

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.

You’re as nutty as a peck of pecans, ma’am.

Fruit free of any bruises, not yet broken open, / With flesh so firm and smooth, it cried out to be eaten!