Love bade me welcome, yet my soul drew back,
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-ey'd Love, observing me grow slack
From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning
If I lack'd anything."A guest,"
I answer'd, "worthy to be here";
Love said, "You shall be he.
""I, the unkind, the 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 marr'd them;
let my shameGo 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.
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