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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419772" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Primrose</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Upon this Primrose hill,<br>Where, if Heav'n 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 any thing; 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>Belong unto 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 this, five, woman 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>
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Where, if Heav'n 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:
I walk..."></div>
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