| Advice to a Girl |
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| Thus I Resolve |
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| So Tir'd Are All My Thoughts |
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| Turn all thy thoughts to eyes |
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| Dear If I with Guile |
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| Canto Quarto |
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| Why presumes thy pride on that, that must so private be |
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| Her fayre inflaming eyes |
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| Come, you pretty false-eyed wanton |
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| Tarry sweete love |
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