This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this, My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. Jul. Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this: For saints have hands that pilgrims' kiss. Rom. Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too? Jul. Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in pray'r. Rom. O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do, They pray-grant thou, lest faith turn to despair. Jul. Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake. Rom. The move not while my prayer's effect I take. |
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