To his Mistresses.

HElpe me! helpe me! now I call
To my pretty Witchcrafts all:
Old I am, and cannot do
That, I was accustom'd to.
Bring your Magicks, Spels, and Charmes,
To enflesh my thighs, and armes:
Is there no way to beget
In my limbs their former heat?
AEson had (as Poets faine)
Baths that made him young againe:
Find that Medicine (if you can)
For your dric-decrepid man:
Who would faine his strength renew,
Were it but to pleasure you.