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Tattiana was her appellation.

We are the first who such a name

In pages of a love narration

With such a perversity proclaim.

But wherefore not? – ‘Tis pleasant, nice,

Euphonious, though I know a spice

It carries of antiquity

And of the attic. Honestly,

We must admit but little taste

Doth in us or our names appear

(I speak not of our poems here),

And education runs to waste,

Endowing us from out her store

With affectation, – nothing more.