Sustain me with cakes of raisins, refresh me with apples: for I am sick with love.
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Ambrose of Milan
AD 397
The Word of God inflicts a wound, but it does not produce a sore. There is a wound of righteous love, there are wounds of charity, as she has said, “I am wounded with love.” The one who is perfect is wounded with love. Therefore the wounds of the Word are good, and good are the wounds of the lover.
