Who would think Mrs. Howard ne'er dreamt it was she?
The great Mr. Pope also celebrated her in lines not less [pg 740] pleasant, and painted a portrait of what must certainly have been a delightful lady:—
I know a thing that's most uncommon—
Envy, be silent and attend!—
I know a reasonable woman,
Handsome, yet witty, and a friend:
Not warp'd by passion, aw'd by rumour,
Not grave through pride, or gay through folly:
An equal mixture of good humour
And exquisite soft melancholy.