Love bade me welcome, yet my soul drew backGuilty of dust and sin.
But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slackFrom my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning,If I lacked any thing.
"A guest," I answered, "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 marred them: let my shameGo 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.
George Herbert, 1633