Student, writer, dancer, singer, dreamer. Cold in the daytime, feathers in fog, teacher of souls: We teach old hearts to rest. I'll take all your big plans and break them. This is bound to be a while... Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this; for saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss. Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too? Ay, lips that they must use in prayer. O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake. Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take: thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged. |
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