On the brow of Richmond Hill

On the brow of Richmond Hill,

Which Europe scarce can parallel,

Ev'ry eye such wonders fill

To view the prospect round;

Where the silver Thames does glide,

And stately courts are edified,

Meadows deck'd in summer's pride,

With verdant beauties crown'd;

Lovely Cynthia passing by,

With brighter glories blest my eye,

Ah, then in vain, in vain said I,

The fields and flow'rs do shine;

Nature in this charming place

Created pleasure in excess,

But all are poor to Cynthia's face,

Whose features are divine.