An Emblem terrible, but just retains.)
Near where fam'd Vaux was to have fled,
With lighted Match, soon as he'd done the Deed;
Whence some pretend to say by second Sight,
That it foreshew'd the Fate attends this Night,
'Cause here the Fair will many Matches light.
Spring-Gardens lie shaded with verdant Trees,
That nod their reverend Heads at every Breeze;
Embassadors like Turks hence send Express,
And Ministers of State like Devils dress—