108 THE POEMS OF ANNE �TO EDWAKD JENKINSON, ESQ. a very young Gentleman, who writ a Poem on PEACE �Fair Youth ! who wish the Wars may cease, �We own you better form'd for Peace. �Nor Pallas you, nor Mars shou'd follow; �Your Gods are Cupid and Apollo; �Who give sweet Looks, and early Rhimes, �Bespeaking Joys, and Halcyon Times. �Your Face, which We, as yet, may praise, �Calls for the Myrtle, and the Bays. �The Martial Crowns Fatigues demand, �And laurell'd Heroes must be tann'd; 10 �A Fate, we never can allow �Shou'd reach your pleasing, polish' d Brow. �But granting what so young you've writ, �From Nature flow'd, as well as Wit ; �And that indeed you Peace pursue, �We must begin to Treat with you. �We Females, Sir, it is I mean: �Whilst I, like BRISTOL for the QUEEN, �For all the Ladies of your Age �As Plenipo' betimes engage; 20 �And as first Article declare, �You shall be Faithful as you're Fair: �No Sighs, when you shall know their Use, �Shall be discharg'd in Love's Abuse ; �Nor kindling Words shall undermine, �Till you in equal Passion join. �Nor Money be alone your Aim, �Tho' you an Over-weight may claim, �And fairly build on your Desert, �If with your Person goes your Heart. 30 �But when this Barrier I have gain'd, ��� �
