| To My Deservedly Beloved and Worthy Friend and Countriman Mr. John Gwillim |
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| To My Highly Vallued Friend Mr George Chapman, Father of our English Poets |
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| To Over-Curious Critiques |
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| The Righteous, in Joy or Griefe, Life, or Death, GOD Keepes as His Treasure |
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| To the Right Well Deserving Mr. John Speed, the Author of This Worke |
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| To My Sonne S. D. |
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| The Author, of, and to His Muse |
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| The Vertuous, Live Well for Vertues Sake, the Vicious, for Feare of Punishment |
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| In the Most Just Praise of Musicke, This Praiseworthy Worke, and My Deare, Vertuous and Right Expert Friend, the Most Judicious Author |
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| To Honest-Gamesome Robin Armin, that Tickles the Spleene Like an Harmless Vermin |
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