Her maid is gone, and she prepares to write, (1297)
First hovering o'er the paper with her quill: (1298)
Conceit and grief an eager combat fight; (1299)
What wit sets down is blotted straight with will; (1300)
This is too curious-good, this blunt and ill:
Much like a press of people at a door, 1301 (1302)
Throng her inventions, which shall go before.