George Herbert Love Lyrics

Love Lyrics

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,          5 

                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.   10 

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?   15 

                My deare, then I will serve.   

You
must sit down, sayes Love, and taste my meat:   

                So I did
sit and eat.