From the diary of Samuel Pepys (1663-1703)
At my business till late at night; then with my wife into the garden, and there sang with Mercer---whom I feel myself beginning to love too much, by handling of her breasts in a morning when she dresses me, they being the finest that ever I saw in my life; that is the truth of it. -- Pepys' Diary, 19 Jun. 1666