Love bade me welcome,yet my soul drew back, Guilty of dust and sin But quick ey'd love,observing me slack From my first enterance in, Drew near 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 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.