| Ung ie Servirey |
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| Ruine the Rewarde of Vice |
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| Written to a Most Excellent Booke, Full of Rare Invention |
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| When He Thought Himself Contemned |
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| That Valiant Hartes Are Desyrous to Aspyre |
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| I Follow What Flyeth from Me |
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| H. to Himselfe |
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| Mans Lyfe Likened to a Stage Play |
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| The Vanitie of Rytches |
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| Of Bayes and Willow |
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