| To the Right Honourable, Both in Birth and Vertue, Francis, Earle of Cumberland |
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| To the World |
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| Shall then a traiterous kis or a smile |
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| Bravely deckt, come forth, bright day |
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| Now let her change and spare not |
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| If I hope, I pine; if I feare, I faint and die |
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| Most sweet and pleasing are thy wayes, O God |
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| What is it that all men possesse, among themselves conversing? |
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| Unlesse there were consent twixt hell and heaven |
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| Loe, when backe mine eye |
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