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 rogue's to win it;
I, therefore, as a proof of love,
Esteem thy present far above
The best things kept within it.