<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=37439" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Primrose, Being at Montgomery Castle, Upon the Hill, on Which It Is Situate</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">UPON this Primrose hill,<br> Where, if heaven would distil<br>A shower of rain, each several drop might go<br>To his own primrose, and grow manna so;<br>And where their form, and their infinity<br> Make a terrestrial galaxy,<br> As the small stars do in the sky;<br>I walk to find a true love; and I see<br>That 'tis not a mere woman, that is she,<br>But must or more or less than woman be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Yet know I not, which flower<br> I wish; a six, or four;<br>For should my true-love less than woman be,<br>She were scarce anything; and then, should she<br>Be more than woman, she would get above<br> All thought of sex, and think to move<br> My heart to study her, and not to love.<br>Both these were monsters; since there must reside<br>Falsehood in woman, I could more abide,<br>She were by art, than nature falsified.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Live, primrose, then, and thrive<br> With thy true number five;<br>And, woman, whom this flower doth represent,<br>With this mysterious number be content;<br>Ten is the farthest number; if half ten<br> Belongs to each woman, then<br> Each woman may take half us men;<br>Or—if this will not serve their turn—since all<br>Numbers are odd, or even, and they fall<br>First into five, women may take us all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Donne">John Donne</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=37439" data-title="The Primrose, Being at Montgomery Castle, Upon the Hill, on Which It Is Situate de John Donne" data-description="UPON this Primrose hill,/ Where, if heaven would distil/A shower of rain, each several drop might go/To his own primrose, and grow manna so;/And where their form, and their infinity/ Make a terrestrial galaxy,/ As the small stars do in the sky;..."></div> </div> </div>

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