'Love (III)' - George Herbert

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<p>Het gedicht voor deze week is &#39;Love (III)&#39; van George Herbert (uit <em>The Temple</em> 1633):</p>

<p>&#39;Love bade me welcome. Yet my soul drew back<br>                             Guilty of dust and sin.<br>But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack<br>                             From my first entrance in,<br>Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning,<br>                             If I lacked any thing.</p>

<p>A guest, I answered, worthy to be here:<br>                             Love said, You shall be he.<br>I the unkind, ungrateful? Ah my dear,<br>                             I cannot look on thee.<br>Love took my hand, and smiling did reply,<br>                             Who made the eyes but I?</p>

<p>Truth Lord, but I have marred them: let my shame<br>                             Go where it doth deserve.<br>And know you not, says Love, who bore the blame?<br>                             My dear, then I will serve.<br>You must sit down, says Love, and taste my meat:<br>                             So I did sit and eat.&#39;</p>

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