To Miss — : On Her Giving the Author a Gold and Silk Net-work Purse

Tho' gold and silk their charms unite,
To make thy curious web delight,
In vain the vary'd 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 glitt'ring vagrants shall restrain.
Why, Sylvia , was it then decreed,
The heart, once caught, should ne'er be freed?
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