[
  {
    "title": "The Primrose",
    "author": "John Donne",
    "lines": [
      "Upon this Primrose hill,",
      "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 to find a true Love; and I see",
      "That 'tis not a mere woman that is she,",
      "But must or more or less than woman be.",
      "",
      "Yet know I not which flower",
      "I wish; a six, or four;",
      "For should my true-Love less than woman be",
      "She were scarce any thing; and then, should she",
      "Be more than woman she would get above",
      "All thought of sex, and think to move",
      "My heart to study her, and not to love;",
      "Both these were monsters; since there must reside",
      "Falsehood in woman, I could more abide",
      "She were by art than Nature falsified.",
      "",
      "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 this, five, woman may take us all."
    ],
    "linecount": "30"
  },
  {
    "title": "THE PRIMROSE",
    "author": "Robert Herrick",
    "lines": [
      "Ask me why I send you here",
      "This sweet Infanta of the year?",
      "Ask me why I send to you",
      "This Primrose, thus bepearl'd with dew?",
      "I will whisper to your ears,--",
      "The sweets of love are mixt with tears.",
      "",
      "Ask me why this flower does show",
      "So yellow-green, and sickly too?",
      "Ask me why the stalk is weak",
      "And bending, yet it doth not break?",
      "I will answer,--these discover",
      "What fainting hopes are in a lover."
    ],
    "linecount": "12"
  }
]