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 hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows this. For saints have hands that pilgrims hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss
have not saint 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 prayer sake
He kisses her
thine sin is purged
Thou sin hath trespassed into mine. Give me back thyne sin