She thought indeed the higher parts sublime,
But then they took a monstrous deal of time!”
Frequent and full the letters she delights
To read in part; she names not him who writes—
But here and there a precious sentence shows,
Telling what literary debts she owes.
Works, yet unprinted, for her judgment come,
“Alas!” she cries, “and I must seal their doom.
Sworn to be just, the judgment gives me pain— 100
Ah! why must truth be told, or man be vain?”