| To the Generous and My Sincerely Honored Friend, Henry Jerningham, Esquire |
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| True Wealth |
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| Phantasie a Great Comforter, or Tormenter |
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| In the Lowd, Alowd, or Well Deserved Renowne of our Britaine-Ulysses: His Present Worke |
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| To My Deere Scholler, Master John Hales |
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| To My Worthyly Much-Esteemed Friend, Tho. Hawkins Esquire |
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| Angel-Like Man, An |
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| A Wounded Conscience, Who Can Beare? |
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| Of the Work, Authour, and Translator |
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