| To the Right, Noble, and Vertuous, Henry Lord Clifford, Sonne and Heyre to the Right Honourable, Francis, Earle of Cumberland |
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| What meanes this folly, now to brave it so |
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| Dolus |
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| How eas'ly wert thou chained |
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| Since she, ev'n shee, for whom I liv'd |
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| Beautie Without Love Deformitie |
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| O what unhop't for sweet supply! |
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| To the Worthy Author |
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| Some can flatter, some can faine |
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| Faine would I my love disclose |
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