| Cordiall to Cheare the Heart under the Cross of Confinement, A: Written to a Great Lord, Once a Perpetuall Prisoner |
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| That Truth, Being One and Still the Same, Is Made by Wicked Men to Countenance Falsehood, Which is Manifold, and Still Unlike |
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| A Select Second Husband for Sir Thomas Overburie's Wife, Now a Widow |
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| To My Right Noble Pupill and Joy of My Heart, Aulgernoun, Lord Percy |
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| To My Deere Friend, Countryman, and Expert Master in the Liberall Science of Musick, Mr Thomas Warrock |
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| To Myne Ancient Friend and Kinde Countryman, Mr Philip King-man |
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| To the Right Noble and Most Gracefull Lady, Alice, Countesse of Derby, My Good Lady and Mistresse |
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| The Foole Hath Said in His Heart, There Is No God |
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| That We Are Naturally Bent to Ill, but Supernaturally to Goodnesse |
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| Of the Printer |
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