| To the Worthy and Most Happy Gentleman, Charles Walgrave Esquire |
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| This Life Is But Death |
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| That Mens Devotions Towards God and Goodnesse, are Most Mutable |
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| To the Right Noble, for All That Is In Nobility, Art, or Nature, William Earle of Pembroke, &c. |
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| To My Much Honored Lord, Worthy of All Honorable Titles, for Courage, Wit, and Learning, William Earle of Pembrooke |
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| To My Deare and Much Respected Friend, Arthure Maynwarring, Esquire, Bearer of the Purse Before the Lo. Chancellor |
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| To Myne Intirely Beloved Mr John Sandford |
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| To the All-Admired for True Honor and Vertue, Dorothy, Countesse of Northumberland |
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| Cordiall to Cheare the Heart under the Cross of Confinement, A: Written to a Great Lord, Once a Perpetuall Prisoner |
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| That Truth, Being One and Still the Same, Is Made by Wicked Men to Countenance Falsehood, Which is Manifold, and Still Unlike |
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