On Himself (Young I was, but now am old)

Young I was, but now am old,

But I am not yet grown cold;

I can play, and I can twine

'Bout a virgin like a vine:

In her lap too I can lie

Melting, and in fancy die;

And return to life if she

Claps my cheek, or kisseth me:

Thus, and thus it now appears

That our love outlasts our years.