Mary Monk


Fire Us With Ice, Burn Us With

As Corydon went shiv'ring by,
Sylvia a Ball of Snow let fly,
Which straight a Globe of Fire became,
And put the Shepherd in a Flame;
Cupid now break thy Darts and Bow,
Sylvia can all thy Feats out-do,
Fire us with Ice, burn us with Snow.


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