| A Song in Praise of Our Forces |
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| Bum-Fodder: or, Waste-Paper, Proper to Wipe the Nations Rump With, or Your Own |
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| A New Kickshaw for the Queasie Stomack of Sathan and All Those that Fight Under His Banner |
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| To his friend the Author |
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| A Pindarick To Mrs. Behn on her Poem on the Coronation |
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| Emulation, The: A Pindarick Ode |
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| To the Booke and his worthy friend the AUTHOR |
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| To My Friend Master James Shirley The Author |
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| To The Honoured Author Of THE ROYAL MASTER |
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| To The Much Honoured James Shirley, Upon His ROYAL MASTER |
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And I mus say
That you did a fine
Job writting your poem