| Thrice Toss These Oaken Ashes in the Air |
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| Though You Are Young |
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| Shall I Come, Sweet Love |
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| Mistris Since You So Much Desire |
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| To Music Bent Is My Retired Mind |
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| Fire that must flame is with apt fuell fed |
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| I must complain, yet doe enjoy my Love |
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| Hark, All You Ladies |
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| First Love |
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| To the Most Princely and Vertuous the Lady Elizabeth |
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