See where enthron’d in adamantine state,
Proud of her bards, imperial Windsor sits;
There chuse thy seat, in some aspiring grove 110
Fast by the slowly-winding Thames; or where
Broader she laves fair Richmond’s green retreats,
(Richmond that sees an hundred villas rise
Rural or gay.) O! from the summer’s rage
O! wrap me in the friendly gloom that hides 115
Umbrageous Ham! But if the busy town
Attract thee still to toil for power or gold,