Besides a fountain

Besides a fountain of sweet briar and roses
Heard I two lovers loving talk in sweet and wanton gloses
Say, dainty dear, quoth he, to whom is thy liking tied?
To whom but thee my bonny love? the gentle nymph replied
I die, quoth he
And I, said she;
Ah give me, give me then, quoth he
But he durst not say, give me some token
And with his hands the rest he would have spoken
Fie away, nay fie away, cried the nymph then
Alas you well do know it;
Ah, quoth he, sweetly come kiss me, and show it