Once, in mine eyes I beheld a bosom, but a singular moment it was, and such a sight it proved! After the fierce clash upon Bosworth Hill, the smoke and the vile scent of demise did pervade the skies, and mine limbs were sorely hacked and weary. And lo, amidst the trees, a fair maiden chose to bathe. A visage of unparalleled beauty! Yet, as fate would decree, I did discover that a concussion I bore from a morning star's cruel embrace upon mine head, thus I have ne'er truly gazed upon that most wondrous sight.