To give a Greatness to the opening Glade,
Or pleasing Softness to the solemn Shade;
To suit the Valley, or the rising Hill,
Or grace the Flow'ry Mead, or Silver Rill.
In H—k—r; V—b—'s very Soul you trace,
The same unmeaning Dress, in every Place;
The same wild Heap of inconsistent Things:
From whence the Prison, or the Palace springs;
A Tuscan Portal for a Palace Gate,
And a Corinthian Column in a Lake.