| I Long for Life, Unlike to Death |
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| To the Most Noble and Right Honorably Disposed Lord, Thomas Earle of Suffolke |
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| To My Al-To-Beloved Friend, Thomas Butler Esquire |
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| To My Tenderly Beloved Friend Mr Nicholas Deeble |
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| Of and Against Our Young Maister, Master William |
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| Epitaph on the Death of the Right Vertuous Lady Liegh, An |
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| Sinfull Curiositie Had Rather Be Acquainted with the Divell, then with God, or His Saints |
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| Nihil Tam Bene Dictum, Quod Non fuit Dictum Prius |
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| To the Most Noble, Learned, Temperate and Judicious Lord, Henry, Earle of Northampton, Lord Privy-Seale &c. |
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| To My Worthy Friend, Robert Poyntz Espuire |
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