| Herbert J.C. Grierson, ed. (1886–1960). Metaphysical Lyrics & Poems of the 17th C. 1921. |
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| George Herbert |
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| 95. Love |
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| 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. | |
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| 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? | |
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| 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. | |
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