Classic Poem

I.

Y E Ladies that live in the City or Town,
With Beauty and Fortune so fine and so gay,
And ye neat Country Girls , in clean Linen Gowns,
As sweet and as blythe, and as pretty as they;
To Richmond repair, to the Walk on the Hill,
Where you'll see the Thames Bubbling in many a Rill.

II.

Look how charming the Views and the Meadows how Green,
And the elegant Seats on the Hills and the Plains,
The Trees and the Cottage that peeps out between,
And the Nymphs who no Liberties grant to their Swains:
Where Hymen descends to preserve you from ill,
And with Virtue his Daughter oft' visits our Hill .

III.

How pleasant the Morning, how clear the blue Sky,
How sweet the fresh Air, and how healthy the Place,
Here your Heart is as brisk and as light as a Fly,
And your Blood freely circles, and glows in your Face,
Would you paint your pale Cheeks; give them Bloom if you're ill;
No Spot is so fit as this Walk on the Hill .

IV.

Would you have the Complexion of Lilly or Rose ,
Here is Nature's Vermillion, your Paints throw away,
Come here and you'll want no false Beauties like those,
Whose Varnish when off will expose your decay;
The sweet Maiden Blush is the Red we revere,
And the pure White of Innocence always is here.

V.

When your Dress will not give you the Grandeur of K EW ,
Where Garters and Stars strut in haughty Parade,
Here the Telescope gives all its Charms to your view,
And our dear Silver Thames is kind Natures Cascade;
Here of Love and of Marriage , we modestly talk,
Till a Girl gets a Husband and blesses our Walk .

VI.

Ye Beauties so vain, who in Glasses will peep,
And give yourselves Airs from the Features you spy,
If you'll come to this Walk from such Folly you'll keep,
Here is Nature's fine Glass, runs transparently by;
And if to its Banks you will go with quick Pace,
It will give you the Pleasure of seeing your Face.