Faire Chloris, standing by the Fire, <br />An amorous coale with hot desire <br />Leapt on her breast, but could not melt <br />The chaste snow there--which when it felt <br />For shame it blusht; and then it died <br />There where resistance did abide, <br />And lest she should take it unkind <br />Repentant ashes left behind.<br /><br />William Strode<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-chloris-standing-by-the-fire/
