NOR will you only Change of Beauty find;
Illusive Scenes will mock your pensive Mind:
In cloudless Mornings, when you've drank your Tea,
And read a Page in SHERLOCK, or in — GAY;
Perhaps your Thoughts, transported, here may rove,
And, to your Mind, present the blissful Grove:
You'll think to walk by silver  Shore;
Or trace the verdant Mead, as heretofore:
When at the Door, the rural Vision flies;
Smoak, Coaches, Fops, and Carmen meet your Eyes:
Straight back you'll turn, vex'd with the fruitless Search;
Bid ROBERT call a Chair, and go to