| To an Old Gentlewoman That Painted Her Face |
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| Was never day came on my head |
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| To his friend Edward Dancie, of Deceit |
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| Finding his Mistresse untrue, he exclaimeth thereat |
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| A Letter begun to a Gentlewoman of some account |
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| To his Friend not to change, though jealousie debarre him hir company |
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| To his Frend not to forget him |
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| A Vowe of Constancie |
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| To his verie friend: Ro. Baynes |
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| The Authors Epilogue |
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