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I walke to finde a true Love; and I see
That 'tis not a mere woman, that is shee,
But must or more or lesse than woman bee,
Yet know I not, which flower
I wish; a sixe, or foure;
For should my true-Love lesse than woman bee,
Shee were scarce any thing; and then, should shee
Be more than woman, she would get above
All thought of sexe; and thinke to move
My heart to study her, not to love;
Both these were monsters; Since there must reside
Falshood in woman, I could more abide,
She were by art, then Nature falsify'd.
Live Primrose then, and thrive
With thy true number five;
And women, whom this flower doth represent,
With this mysterious number be content;
Ten is the farthest number, if halfe ten
Belongs unto each woman, then
Each woman may take halfe us men,
Or if this will not serve their turne, Since all
Numbers are odde, or even, since they fall
First into five, women may take us all.
The Relique.
When my grave is broke up againe
Some second ghest to entertaine,

[CW: For]