And he turned to the woman, and said unto Simon, Seest thou this woman? I entered into thine house, thou gavest me no water for my feet: but she hath washed my feet with tears, and wiped them with the hairs of her head.
And he turned to the woman, and said unto Simon, Seest thou this woman? I entered into thine house, thou gavest me no water for my feet - `a compliment from a host to his guest which love surely would have prompted; but I got it, not: Was there much love in that? Was there any?'
But she hath washed my feet with tears, and wiped them with the hairs of her head. Dear penitent one! Thy tears fell faster and fuller than thou thoughtest endurable on those blessed feet, and thou didst hasten to wipe them off, as if they had been a stain: but to Him who forgave thee all that debt, the water from those weeping eyes of thine is more precious than would crystal streams from fountains in the Pharisee's house have been; because they welled forth from a bursting heart. That, indeed, was 'much love.' Again,