The same sentiment is really implied in the more playful lines in the _Rape of the Lock_.

The sylphs are warned by omens that some misfortune impends; but they don't know what.
Whether the nymph shall break Diana's law, Or some frail china jar receive a flaw; Or stain her honour or her new brocade, Forget her prayers or miss a masquerade; Or lose her heart or necklace at a ball, Or whether heaven has doom'd that Shock must fall.
We can understand that Miss Fermor would feel such raillery to be equivocal.

It may be added, that an equal want of delicacy is implied in the mock-heroic battle at the end, where the ladies are gifted with an excess of screaming power:-- 'Restore the lock!' she cries, and all around 'Restore the lock,' the vaulted roofs rebound-- Not fierce Othello in so loud a strain Roar'd for the handkerchief that caused his pain.
These faults, though far from trifling, are yet felt only as blemishes in the admirable beauty and brilliance of the poem.

The successive scenes are given with so firm and clear a touch--there is such a sense of form, the language is such a dexterous elevation of the ordinary social twaddle into the mock-heroic, that it is impossible not to recognize a consummate artistic power.

The dazzling display of true wit and fancy blinds us for the time to the want of that real tenderness and humour, which would have softened some harsh passages, and given a more enduring charm to the poetry.