Iznaola-Corinna's Songbook IV.wmv
A Song of a Young Lady To Her Ancient Lover
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 Age's 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.
John Wilmot, Second Earl of Rochester (1647–1680)