Matthew(i)
9 Thou hast wounded my hert. O my syster, my spouse, thou hast wounded my hert, with one of thyne eyes, & wyth one cheyne of thy neck.
10 O howe fayre and louely are thy brestes, my syster, my spouse? Thy brestes are more pleasaunte then wyne, and the smell of thyne oyntmentes passeth al spices.