Then did Alcmena to her bosom take The terror-blanched and passionate Iphicles: Cradling the other in a lambswool quilt, Her lord once more bethought him of his rest.
"Theocritus"
Theocritus
Lorna had never seen, I dare say, anything like this before, and it was all that we could do to keep her from rushing forth with only little lambswool shoes on, and kissing every one of them.
"Lorna Doone, A Romance of Exmoor"
R. D. Blackmore