Love bade me welcome. Yet my soul drew back
Guilty of dust and sin
But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack
From my first entrance in
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning
If I lacked any thing
A guest, I answered, worthy to be here
Love said, You shall be he
I the unkind, ungrateful? Ah my dear
I cannot look on thee
Love took my hand, and smiling did reply
Who made the eyes but I?
Truth Lord, but I have marred them: let my shame
Go where it doth deserve
And know you not, says Love, who bore the blame?
My dear, then I will serve
You must sit down, says Love, and taste my meat
So I did sit and eat