To her having got a great Cold

What blasting dewes are these
That on thy active spirits seize?
And tie that tongue, did make
Musick to all that heard it speak?
As by the fire Ice is
Made by Antiperistasis;
So doth thy hearts flame within
And th'warm ayr ambient 'bout thy skin
And colder self, congeal it
To such a coldnesse you scarce feel it.
'Tis so: the heat is more intense
And glowes by th'numness of each sense.
But oh! that vital part
Kil not (thou cruel frost!) her heart!
May th'Elemental fire
That burns there purely through desire,
Scorch, like our fires below
More fiercely, for the frost and snow!