| Who Would Have Thought - |
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| Rewarde Doth Not Alwayes Aunswere Deserte |
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| Loves Myghtinesse Grows by Lovers Weaknesse |
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| Who Seekes This World's Felicitie, Fyndes Nothing Else but Vanitie |
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| To a Flatterer |
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| Noble Minds Eyther Conquer, or Cover |
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| Certaine Verses Translated Our of Petrark, Concerning Rome, Written by Him Many Yeares Since |
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| A Winters Morning Muse |
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| Epitaph upon the Death of the Lady Katherine, Late Countesse of Pembrooke |
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| Ultimum Vale |
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