But yet with that, or something, for her guide,
She to her swain thus guardedly replied: 410
“She must believe he was sincere, for why
Should one who needed nothing deign to lie?
But though she could and did his truth admit,
She could not praise him for his taste a bit;
And yet men’s tastes were various, she confess’d,
And none could prove his own to be the best;
It was a vast concern, including all
That we can happiness or comfort call;