| Women, women, love of women |
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| Lullay, lullay, litel child, child rest thee a throw |
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| The Parliaments Pedigree |
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| To the City |
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| A Medley |
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| Epitaph on John West, An |
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| This enther day I mete a clerke |
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| Helpe, crosse, fairest of timbres three |
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| To Those Who Desire No Peace |
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| The Monster |
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And I mus say
That you did a fine
Job writting your poem