A sudden couplet rushes on your mind;
Here you may nameless print your idle rhymes,
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And read your first-born work a thousand times;
Th' infection spreads, your couplet grows apace—
Stanzas to Delia's dog or Celia's face;
You take a name: Philander's odes are seen,
Printed, and praised, in every magazine;
Diarian sages greet their brother sage,
And your dark pages please th' enlighten'd age.—