R: If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle sin is this: my lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hands too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this, for saints have hands with pilgrims hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmers kiss.
Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?
Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer
O, then dear saint, let lips do what hands do. They pray; grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake.
Then move not, while my prayer’s effect I take.