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| Philip Fleming singeth these four lines following |
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| Elegie Upon King Charles the First, An |
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| Go, Heart, unto the Lamp of Licht |
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| Cromwell's Coronation |
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| Come parents dear from far and wide |
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| Man, bewar of thine wowing |
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| Now I Lay Me Down to Take My Sleep |
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| Secret murder hath been done of late |
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| On Prince Frederick |
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And I mus say
That you did a fine
Job writting your poem