Lyrics

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, 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.