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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