| If mortall men so grevous paynes would taste |
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| Of love fayne woolde I frame my style |
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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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| Another of the Same Armories |
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| Upon the Death of the Young Lord Harrington |
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| That yeelds yow due prayse I am the meanest of manye |
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