Here we could sit and pass the pleasing Hour,
And Pity Kingdoms and their Kings,
And smile at all their shining Things,
Their Toys of State, and Images of Power;
should dwell within our Seat,
alone could make it sweet,
Nor is her self secure but in a close Retreat.
While she withdraws from publick Praise
perhaps would cease to rail,
it self may innocently gaze
At Beauty in a Vail.
But if she once advance to Light,
Her Charms are lost in  Sight,
And  is the Mark of Universal Spight.