| To the Most Noble and All-Worthily-Commended Lady, the Lady Wroth |
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| To the Good, the Worst Fals out for the Best |
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| In Rainy-Gloomy Weather |
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| To My Deere Friend Mr. Edward Lepworth, in Oxon |
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| To My Most Deere and Sincerely-Beloved-Worthy Pupills, the Lady Tracy and the Lady Baskerville |
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| To the Lady Anne Glemmam, Upon the Death of Her Noble Father |
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| Our Wits are Unable to Please Our Wils |
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| To My Deere Friend and Country-Man Mr Simon Hill |
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| Invocation of the Water-Nymph Thames, to Well-Intreat the Land-Nimph Being in her Power, An |
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| That Mortall Life is a Mortall Plague |
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