George Herbert - Love lyrics

LOVE bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back,   Guilty of dust and sin. But quick-eyed 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.