[From the Latin of Petronious Ascanius.] <br /> <br />When, wanton fair, the snowy orb you throw, <br />I feel a fire before unknown in snow. <br />E'en coldest snow I find has pow'r to warm <br />My breast, when flung by Julia's lovely arm. <br />T'elude love's pow'rful arts I strive in vain, <br />If ice and snow can latent fires contain. <br />These frolics leave: the force of beauty prove, <br />With equal passion cool my ardent love.<br /><br />Christopher Smart<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-a-lady-throwing-snow-balls-at-her-lover/
