To Miss **** On Her Giving The Author A Gold And Silk Network Purse Of Her Own

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Title:     To Miss **** On Her Giving The Author A Gold And Silk Network Purse Of Her Own
Author: Samuel Johnson [More Titles by Johnson]

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 glitt'ring vagrants shall restrain.
Why, Stella, was it then decreed,
The heart, once caught, should ne'er be freed?

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Samuel Johnson's poem: To Miss **** On Her Giving The Author A Gold And Silk Network Purse Of Her Own

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