Say, if a gallant rose my bower doth scale

Say, if a gallant rose my bower doth scale,
Higher and higher.
And, tho' she twine the other side the pale.
Toward me doth sigh her
Perfume, her damask mouth —
Roses will love the south —
Can I deny her?

I have a lady loves me in despite
Of bonds that tie her.
And bid her honest Corin's flame requite;
When I espy her,
Kisses are near their birth —
Love cannot live in dearth —
Say, shall I fly her?