Song of Songs 4:10-16 O howe fayre are thy brestes, my syster, my spouse? Thy brestes are more pleasaunt then wyne, and the smel of thyne oyntmentes passeth all spyces.

Great⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹⁰ O howe fayre are thy brestes, my syster, my spouse? Thy brestes are more pleasaunt then wyne, and the smel of thyne oyntmentes passeth all spyces. ¹¹ Thy lippes, O my spouse, droppe as the hony combe, yee mylcke and hony is vnder thy tong, and the smell of thy garmentes is lyke the smell of Libanus. ¹² A garden well locked is my syster, my spouse, a garden well locked, and a sealed well. ¹³ The frutes that are planted in the, are lyke a very Paradyse of pomgranates with swete frutes: ¹⁴ as Camphore, Nardus, and Saffron, Calamus, & Synamom with all swete smellynge trees: Myrre. Aloes and all the best spyces: ¹⁵ a well of gardens, a well of lyuinge waters, which renne downe from Libanus. ¹⁶ Up thou north wynde, come thou south wynde, and blowe vpon my garden, that the smell therof maybe caryed on euery syde: yee that my beloued maye come into hys garden, & eate of the swete frutes that growe therin.