Here you will find thePoemTo Miss---,of poet Samuel Johnson
{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.