| Goe, numbers, boldly passe, stay not for ayde |
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| Raving warre, begot / In the thirstye sands |
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| Sing a song of joy |
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| To his sweet Lute Apollo sung the motions of the Spheares |
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| Kinde in unkindnesse, when will you relent |
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| To the Right, Noble, and Vertuous, Henry Lord Clifford, Sonne and Heyre to the Right Honourable, Francis, Earle of Cumberland |
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| What meanes this folly, now to brave it so |
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| Dolus |
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