How fair is thy love, my sister, {\i my} bride!\par\tab How much better is thy love than wine!\par\tab And the fragrance of thine oils than all manner of spices!
Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness\par\tab Like pillars of smoke,\par\tab Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense,\par\tab With all powders of the merchant?
Mary therefore took a pound of ointment of pure nard, very precious, and anointed the feet of Jesus, and wiped his feet with her hair: and the house was filled with the odor of the ointment.
It is like the precious oil upon the head,\par\tab That ran down upon the beard,\par\tab Even Aaron's beard;\par\tab That came down upon the skirt of his garments;
And from thence the brethren, when they heard of us, came to meet us as far as The Market of Appius and The Three Taverns; whom when Paul saw, he thanked God, and took courage.\par
Let the righteous smite me, {\i it shall be} a kindness;\par\tab And let him reprove me, {\i it shall be as} oil upon the head;\par\tab Let not my head refuse it:\par\tab For even in their wickedness shall my prayer continue.