Little think'st thou poore heart That labour'st yet to nestle thee, 10 And think'st by hovering here to get a part In a forbidden or forbidding tree, And hop'st her stiffenesse by long siege to bow: Little think'st thou, That thou to morrow, ere that Sunne doth wake, 15 Must with this Sunne, and mee a journey take. But thou which lov'st to bee Subtile to plague thy selfe, wilt say, Alas, if you must goe, what's that to mee? Here lyes my businesse, and here I will stay: 20 You goe to friends, whose love and meanes present Various content To your eyes, eares, and tongue, and every part. If then your body goe, what need you a heart? Well then, stay here; but know, 25 When thou hast stayd and done thy most; A naked thinking heart, that makes no show, Is to a woman, but a kinde of Ghost; How shall shee know my heart; or having none, Know thee for one? 30 Practise may make her know some other part, But take my word, shee doth not know a Heart. Meet mee at London, then, Twenty dayes hence, and thou shalt see Mee fresher, and more fat, by being with men, 35 Then if I had staid still with her and thee. For Gods sake, if you can, be you so too: I would give you There, to another friend, whom wee shall finde As glad to have my body, as my minde. 40 [The Blossome. _1633-69_, _A18_, _B_, _D_, _H49_, _JC_, _Lec_, _N_, _O'F_, _S_, _S96_, _TCC_, _TCD:_ _no title_, _A25_] [9-13 poore heart ... bow:] _in brackets 1650-69_] [10 labour'st _A18_, _N_, _TC:_ labourest _1635-69:_ labours _1633_] [15 that Sunne _1633:_ the Sunne _1635-69_] [18 wilt] will _1669_] [23 tongue _A18_, _A25_, _B_, _D_, _H49_, _JC_, _Lec_, _N_, _O'F_, _S96_, _TC:_ _om. S:_ tast _1633-69_] [24 need you a heart? _A25_, _B_, _D_, _H49_, _Lec_, _N_, _O'F_, _S_, _S96_, _TC:_ need you have a heart? _JC:_ need your heart? _1633-69_] [38 I would _A18_, _A25_, _B_, _D_, _H49_, _JC_, _N_, _O'F_, _S_, _S96_, _TC:_ I will _1633-69_, _Lec_] _The Primrose, being at Montgomery Castle, upon the hill, on which it is situate._ Vpon this Primrose hill, Where, if Heav'n would distill A shoure of raine, each severall drop might goe To his owne primrose, and grow Manna so; And where their forme, and their infinitie 5 Make a terrestriall Galaxie, As the small starres doe in the skie: 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 then woman bee. 10