| Young and Simple though I Am |
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| Where are all thy beauties now, all hearts enchaining? |
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| Were My Heart as Some Men's Are |
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| What Fair Pomp |
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| Turn Back, You Wanton Flyer |
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| There Is None, O None but You |
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| So Quicke, So Hot, So Mad is Thy Fond Sute |
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| Shall I then hope when faith is fled? |
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| Sleep, Angry Beauty |
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| A Secret Love or Two I Must Confess |
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