Say, if a gallant rose my bower doth scale

SAY, if a gallant rose my bower doth scale, 
Higher and higher. 
And, the' 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?