| To Mr. Edward Howard on His New Utopia |
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| To Mr. Edward Howard, on his Incomparable, Incomprehensible Poem Called The British Princes |
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| To all you ladies now at land |
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| To an Antiquated Coquette |
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| The Advice |
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| Tell Me, Dorinda, Why So Gay |
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| Sylvia, Methinks You Are Unfit |
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| Song, Written at Sea |
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| Proud With the Spoils of Royal Cully |
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| On the Countess Dowager of Manchester |
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