To Mrs. Frances-Arabella Kelly, with a Present of Fruit. By the Same. 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?