On a Lady Throwing Snow-Balls at Her Lover

 [From the Latin of Petronious Ascanius.
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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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