The Temple: Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations/Love (III)
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¶ Love.
Love bade me welcome: yet my soul drew back,Guiltie of dust and sinne.But quick-ey'd Love, observing me grow slackFrom my first entrance in,Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning,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.Love took my hand, and smiling did reply,Who made the eyes but I?
Truth Lord, but I have marr'd them: let my shameGo where it doth deserve.And know you not, sayes Love, who bore the blame?My deare, then I will serve.You must sit down, sayes Love, and taste my meat:So I did sit and eat.
FINIS.
Glorie be to God on high, and on earth peace,
good will towards men.