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.