On a Lady Throwing Snow-Balls at Her Lover


[From the Latin of Petronious Ascanius.]

When, wanton fair, the snowy orb you throw,
I feel a fire before unknown in snow.
E’en coldest snow I find has pow’r to warm
My breast, when flung by Julia’s lovely arm.
T’elude love’s pow’rful arts I strive in vain,
If ice and snow can latent fires contain.
These frolics leave: the force of beauty prove,
With equal passion cool my ardent love.


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On a Lady Throwing Snow-Balls at Her Lover