| To the Most Open-Handed, Great-Hearted and Truly Noble-Minded Knight, Sir John Wentworth |
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| To the Most Honored, Best-Beloved, and Matchlesse Lady, for Honor and Bounty, the Lady Harington |
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| Fly Vaine Pleasures, as Paines Intollerable |
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| The Conclusion |
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| Againe |
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| To the Thrice Noble, Learned, and Renowned Knight, Sr William Sydley |
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| To the Lady Wroth. In the Deserved Praise of Heavenly Musick: Resembling It to God Homselfe |
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| To My Most Deere and Best Beloved Patronesse, Magdalen Colledge in Oxford |
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| In Praise of a Little Mole-Like Scab, that Like a Rude Scab, Chanced to Take My Fancies Soveraigne by the Hand |
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| That to Sinne Finally Malitiously, Is Irremissible |
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