Love Bade Me Welcome

LOVE bade me welcome: yet my soul drew back,                 

Guiltie of dust and sinne. But quick-ey'd Love, observing me grow slack                 

From my first entrance in, Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning,                       

If I lack'd any thing.   A guest, I answer'd, worthy to be here:                 

Love said, you shall be he. I the unkinde, ungratefull? Ah my deare,                 

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 shame                 

Go where it doth deserve. And know you not, sayes Love, who bore the blame?                 

My deare, then I will serve. You must sit down, sayes Love, and taste my meat:                 

So I did sit and eat.