Love by George Herbert Lyrics

LOVE bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back,
       &nbsp Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack
       &nbsp From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning
       &nbsp If I lack'd anything.

'A guest,' I answer'd, 'worthy to be here:'
       &nbsp Love said, 'You shall be he.'
'I, the unkind, ungrateful? Ah, my dear,
       &nbsp I cannot look on Thee.'
Love took my hand and smiling did reply,
       &nbsp 'Who made the eyes but I?'

'Truth, Lord; but I have marr'd them: let my shame
       &nbsp Go where it doth deserve.'
'And know you not,' says Love, 'Who bore the blame?'
       &nbsp 'My dear, then I will serve.'
'You must sit down,' says Love, 'and taste my meat.'
       &nbsp So I did sit and eat.