Permit me, oh lovely damsel,
To speak, not to thy ear, but heart.
If thou so wish say I am mad;
Tis sweet words of love not from hellTo me, all I seek your consent,
Though mean is my speech and accent.
Reprimand me if I am wrong,
But tell me not to hold my tongue:
Just say yea to all my desire,
For love my soul burns with fire.