| O what unhop't for sweet supply! |
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| To the Worthy Author |
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| Some can flatter, some can faine |
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| Faine would I my love disclose |
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| Of this Ensuing Discourse |
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| As on a day Sabina fell asleepe |
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| Good men, shew, if you can tell |
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| Ad Cambricum |
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| The Peacefull westerne winde the wintrye stormes hath calmde |
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| So many loves have I neglected |
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