On a Gentlewoman walking in the Snow

I Saw faire Cloris walk alone,
When feathered raine came softly downe,
And Jove descended from his Tower
To court her in a silver showre:
The wanton snow flew to her breast
Like little birds into their nest,
And overcome with whitenesse there
For griefe dissolv'd into a teare,
Which trickling down her garments hemme
To deck her freezd into a gemme.

SOURCE: Parnassus Biceps (London, 1656), 77-78.