To dart forth beams that save or kill:
No homage at the toilette paid,
Their thousand beauties unsurvey'd,
Sweet negligence assistance lends,
And all the artless graces blends
That form the tempting dishabille.
Behold the walks (a checquer'd shade)
In all the pride of green array'd;
How bright the Sun! the air how still!
In wild confusion there we view,