To Edward Jenkinson, Esq a very young Gentleman, who writ a Poem on PEACE. Anne Finch (née Kingsmill), countess of Winchilsea Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T94539 pp. 274-5 K076314.000 Winchilsea, Anne Kingsmill Finch, Countess of, 1661-1720. Miscellany poems, on several occasions: Written by the Right Honble Anne, Countess of Winchilsea. London printed for J. B. and sold by Benj. Tooke, William Taylor, and James Round 1713 pp. 174-176. [8],390p. ; 8⁰.

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To Edward 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 ; 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 ; 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 . But when this Barrier I have gain'd , And trust it will be well maintain'd ; Who knows , but some imprudent She Betraying what's secur'd by me , Shall yield thro' Verse , or stronger Charms , To Treat anew on easier Terms ? And I be negligently told — You was too Young , and I too Old , To have our distant Maxims hold .