| To My Most Deere and Best Beloved Patronesse, Magdalen Colledge in Oxford |
|
|
| In Praise of a Little Mole-Like Scab, that Like a Rude Scab, Chanced to Take My Fancies Soveraigne by the Hand |
|
|
| That to Sinne Finally Malitiously, Is Irremissible |
|
|
| A Panegyricke |
|
|
| Meete Not an Harlot, Least Thou Fall into Hir Snares |
|
|
| Of Poetry |
|
|
| To My Right Worthily-Beloved Sr John Davies Knight, Atturney Generall of Ireland |
|
|
| Tou Our English Orpheus, My Deere Friend M. John Allen |
|
|
| To My Worthy Beloved Friend Mr Emmanuell Gyffard |
|
|
| To Myne Ever-Approved Deere Friend Mris. Joyce Jefferys |
|
|