To praise for this, her critic’s indolence.
Behold her now! she on her sofa looks
O’er half a shelf of circulating books.
This she admired, but she forgets the name,
And reads again another, or the same.
She likes to read of strange and bold escapes, 50}
Of plans and plottings, murders and mishaps, }
Love in all hearts, and lovers in all shapes. }
She sighs for pity, and her sorrows flow
From the dark eyelash on the page below;