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