Of A Snowe Balle.

A wanton wenche vppon a colde daye
  With Snowe balles prouoked me to playe:
  But theis snowe balles soe hette my desyer
  That I maye calle them balles of wylde fyer.
  Whoe woulde haue thoughte in this colde snowe
  Cupyde woulde hide his fonde fyrye towe,
  Or that from water shoulde breede brandes fyrye,
  Or colde and moyste shoulde cause hotte and drye?
  What place is free from Loues slye workeinge
  If vnder snowe his fyer lye lurkeinge?
  Noe snowe nor thinge this fyer can quenche
  But the like fyer of this like wenche.