'Shut, shut up the Park I beseech you;
Lay a Tax upon staring so hard;
Or, if you're afraid to do that, Sir,
I'm sure you will grant me a Guard!'
The Boon thus requested was granted:
The Warriors were drawn up with care;
'With my slaves and my Guards I'm surrounded,
Come, stare at me now if you dare!'
The poem puts me in mind of the ever-obnoxious TMZ, I like to think of it as a predecessor. In the end Maria did end up having to hire body guards in the form of the (very official) Brigade of Guards. However, her personal escorts only served to attract more attention. No surprise there!