To Mrs. Frances—Arabella Kelly, With a Present of Fruit.
Tho’ the Plumb, and the Peach, with Apollo conspire,
To present you their Softness, and Sweetness, and Fire;
Their Aid is in vain; for what can they do,
But blush, and confess them selves vanquish’d by you?
Where Virtue and Wit with such Qualities blend,
What Mortal, what Goddess, would dare to contend?
