Poor girl! she once was thought extremely fair,
Till worn by love, and tortured by despair.
Her pining cheek betray’d the inward smart;
Her breaking looks foretold a breaking heart.
At Leicester House her passion first began,
And Nunty Lowther was a proper man:
But when the Princess did to Kew remove,
She could not bear the absence of her love,
But flew away....
Mrs. Howard was the most be-rhymed of the more mature ladies. Lord Peterborough penned her praises in both prose and verse. Perhaps the best known of his effusions is the poem beginning:—