| The Prayse of Lady Pecunia |
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| His Prayer to Pecunia |
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| To his Worshipful wel-willer, Maister |
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| A Comparison of the Life of Man |
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| Ah no; nor I my selfe: though my pure love |
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| But now my Muse toyled with continuall care |
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| Some talke of Ganymede th' Idalian boy |
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| Sweet Corrall lips, where Nature's treasure lies |
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| Sweet Thames I honour thee, not for thou art |
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| Thus was my love, thus was my Ganymed |
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