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Live, primrose, then, and thrive
With thy true number five ; And, woman, whom this flower doth
represent, With this mysterious number be content ; Ten is the farthest number; if half ten
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.
LITTLE think'st thou, poor flower,
Whom I've watch'd six or seven days,
Little think'st thou,
Little think'st thou, poor heart,
That labourest yet to nestle thee, And think'st by hovering here to get a part In a forbidden or forbidding tree, And hopest her stiffness by long siege to bow,
Little think'st thou, 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
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
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
I will give you
Take heed of loving me ; At least remember, I forbade it thee ; Not that I shall repair my unthrifty waste Of breath and blood upon thy sighs and tears, By being to thee then what to me thou wast; But so great joy our life at once outwears. Then, lest thy love by my death frustrate be, If thou love me, take heed of loving me.
Take heed of hating me,
Yet love and hate me too;
So these extremes shall ne'er their office do.
Love me, that I may die the gentler way ;
because thy love's too great for me ;