Much she has written, and still deigns to write,
But not an effort yet must see the light.
“Cruel!” her friends exclaim; “unkind, unjust!”
But, no! the envious mass she will not trust;
Content to hear that fame is due to her,
Which on her works the world might not confer—
Content with loud applauses while she lives;
Unfelt the pain the cruel critic gives.
II.
P. Now where the Learned Lady? Doth she live, 110