| What, why didest thou wink whan thou a wyf toke? |
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| This is no lif, alas, that I do lede |
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| Eight little whores, with no hope of Heaven |
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| From Poems By Gentlemen Of Devon And Cornwall |
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| Thirteenth Satyr of Juvenal, Imitated |
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| God is a God |
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| No More Rain Fall for Wet You |
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| Untitled |
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| A Satyr, In Imitation of the Third of Juvenal |
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| He Arose |
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And I mus say
That you did a fine
Job writting your poem