To Miss---,

{On her giving the author a gold and silk

net-work purse of her own weaving}.

Though gold and silk their charms unite

To make thy curious web delight,

In vain the varied work would shine,

If wrought by any hand but thine;

Thy hand that knows the subtler art,

To weave those nets that catch the heart.

 Spread out by me the roving coin,

Thy nets may catch, but not confine;

Nor can I hope thy silken chain

The glittering vagrants shall restrain.

Why, Stella, was it then decreed

The heart once caught should ne'er be freed.