Ambrose of Milan, on Song 2:5

“Stay me up with flowers, compass me about with apples: because I languish with love.”

“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.”

Imported from an open dataset — not yet checked against the printed edition.