Elizabeth Pennington

John Duncombe, in The Feminiad (1754) 24-25 & n.

Transport me now to those embroider'd meads
Where the slow Ouze his lazy current leads:
There, whle the stream soft-dimpling steals along,
And from the groves the green-hair'd Dryads throng,
O bear me swift to some embow'ring spray,
For Clio's self, or FLAVIA, tunes a lay,
Sweet as the darkling Philomel of May....

Nor shall thy much lov'd FLORIMEL remain
Unsung, unhonour'd in my votive strain.
See where the soft Enchantress wand'ring o'er
The fairy ground that Phillips trod before,
Exalts her chymic wand, and swift behold
The basest metals ripen into gold.
Beneath her magic touch with wond'ring eye
We view vile copper with pure sterling vye;
Nor shall the Farthing, sung by her, forbear
To claim the praises of the smiling fair;
Till chuck and marbles shall no more employ
The thoughtless leisure of the truant boy.

These two ladies live at H[untindon]. The one is equally to be admir'd for the beauties of her mind and person. The latter [Martha Ferrar] will be acknowledged by every beholder, as will the former by every one who has read her elegant Odes to Cynthia and the Spring.
The other has happily imitated Mr. Phillips's Splendid Shilling, in a burlesque poem called the Copper Farthing.