| If mortall men so grevous paynes would taste |
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| Of love fayne woolde I frame my style |
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| False Craessyde have yow chaungde your mynde |
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| Love as a Prynce to shew his power and myght |
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| What was is nott: what may shalbee |
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| Verses of the Queenes Armes |
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| Woolde I were changde into that golden Showre |
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| Verses to Bee Sett over the three Crownd Plumes the Princes Armores |
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| Sonnet |
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| Another of the Same Armories |
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