To My Cousin, Anne Bodham, On Receiving From Her A Network Purse, Made By Herself Poem by William Cowper
To My Cousin, Anne Bodham, On Receiving From Her A Network Purse, Made By Herself
My gentle Anne, whom heretofore,
When I was young, and thou no more
Than plaything for a nurse,
I danced and fondled on my knee,
A kitten both in size and glee,--
I thank thee for my purse.
Gold pays the worth of all things here
But not of love; -- that gem's too dear
For richest rogues to win it;
I, therefore, as a proof of love,
Esteem thy present far above
The best things kept within it.
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