| Euer Sought, Neuer Founde |
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| In Uttering of Sorrows, Some Solace |
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| A Poesie |
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| Chaunge of Country, Shall Not Chaunge Fancie |
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| Discorde Makes Me Weake, What Concorde Left Strong |
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| Miserie the Ende of Letchery |
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| Everything Is As It Is Taken |
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| Mans Impietie, Faynes False Deitie |
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| Truth Feareth No Tryall |
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| He Lykeneth His Lotte to Virgils |
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