| Epitaph on John West, An |
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| This enther day I mete a clerke |
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| Helpe, crosse, fairest of timbres three |
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| To Those Who Desire No Peace |
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| The Monster |
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| The Independents Resolve |
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| On a running Footman |
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| At the northe ende of Selver White |
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| Undo thy dore, my spuse dere! |
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| A Loyal Subjects Oath |
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And I mus say
That you did a fine
Job writting your poem