Where you a Saint with Saints your seat haue wonne:
But wretched we, where ye haue left your marke,
Must[463] now anew begin, like race to runne;
God guide thee, Guyon, well to end thy warke,
And to the wished hauen bring thy weary barke.
Palmer, (him answered the Redcrosse knight) xxxiii
His be the praise, that this atchieu’ment wrought,
Who made my hand the organ of his might;
More then goodwill to me attribute nought:
For all I did, I did but as I ought.