Rebel and atheist too, why murmur I, ? might THE PRIMROSE BEING AT MONTGOMERY CASTLE UPON THE HILL ON WHICH IT IS SITUATE UPON this Primrose hill Where, if heaven would distil A shower of rain, each several drop might go As the small stars do in the sky I walk to find a true love; and I see But must or more or less than woman be. Yet know I not, which flower I wish; a six, or four; For should my true-love less than woman be, My heart to study her, and not to love. Both these were monsters; since there must reside She were by art, than nature falsified. Live, primrose, then, and thrive ; With thy true number five And, woman, whom this flower doth represent, With this mysterious number be content; Belong unto each woman, then Each woman may take half us men; Or if this will not serve their turn - since all Numbers are odd or even, and they fall First into five, women may take us all. THE BLOSSOM LITTLE think'st thou, poor flower, That it will freeze anon, and that I shall Little think'st thou, poor heart, And hopest her stiffness by long siege to bow, That thou to-morrow, ere that sun doth wake, Must with this sun and me a journey take. But thou which lovest to be Subtle to plague thyself, wilt say, "Alas! if you must go, what's that to me? Here lies my business, and here I will stay; You go to friends, whose love and means present Various content To your eyes, ears, and taste, and every part; If then your body go, what need your heart? Well then, stay here; but know, When thou hast stay'd and done thy most, A naked thinking heart, that makes no show, Is to a woman but a kind of ghost. How shall she know my heart? or, having none, Know thee for one? Practice may make her know some other part; But take my word, she doth not know a heart. Meet me at London, then, Twenty days hence, and thou shalt see Me fresher, and more fat, by being with men, Than if I had stay'd still with her and thee. For God's sake, if you can, be you so too; I will give you There to another friend, whom we shall find |