For the Ancient Person of My Heart

"Thy nobler part, which but to name,
In our sex would be counted shame,
By age's frozen grasp possessed,
From their ice shall be released,
And soothed by my reviving hand,
In former warmth and vigour stand.
All a lover's wish can reach,
For thy joy my love shall teach,
And for thy pleasure shall improve,
All that are can add to love,
Yet, still I love thee without art,
Ancient person of my heart. "

A song of a Young Lady to her Ancient Lover
by John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester (1647-1680)