Ancient Person, for whom I
All the flattering Youth defy
Long be it e're thou grow Old
Aking, shaking, Crazy Cold
But still continue as thou art
Antient Person of my Heart
On thy withered Lips and dry
Which like barren Furrows lye
Brooding Kisses I will pour
Shall thy youthful Heat restore
Such kind Show'rs in Autumn fall
And a second Spring recall
Nor from thee will ever part
Antient Person of my Heart
Thy Nobler part, which but to name
In our Sex wou'd be counted shame
By Ages frozen grasp possest
From his Ice shall be releast:
And, sooth'd by my reviving hand
In former Warmth and Vigor stand
All a Lover's wish can reach
For thy Joy my Love shall teach:
And for thy Pleasure shall improve
All that Art can add to Love
Yet still I love thee without Art
Antient Person of my Heart