| Beauty Is But a Painted Hell |
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| My Life's Delight |
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| Constant to none, but ever false to me |
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| Night as well as brightest day hath her delight |
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| Can you, the Author of our joy, / So soone depart? |
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| A Dialogue Sung the First Night |
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| Another Dialogue, To Be Sung at the Same Time - |
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| The Kings Good-night |
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| Come follow me, my wandring mates |
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| A Ballad |
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