| The Sinner, Confessing His Sinne, Striveth with God for Grace |
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| Cambria |
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| Yet Other Twelve Wonders of the World |
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| A Lottery |
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| To My Kinde Friend Mr Charles Best |
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| Againe |
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| To the Thrice Noble, Learned, and Renowned Knight, Sr William Sydley |
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| To the Lady Wroth. In the Deserved Praise of Heavenly Musick: Resembling It to God Homselfe |
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| To My Most Deere and Best Beloved Patronesse, Magdalen Colledge in Oxford |
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| In Praise of a Little Mole-Like Scab, that Like a Rude Scab, Chanced to Take My Fancies Soveraigne by the Hand |
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