Love bade me welcome, yet my soul drew back, Guilty of dust and sin. But quick-ey'd 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."
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