"On the brow of Richmond Hill"
di Thomas d'Urfey (1653-1723)

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.