| To My Elected Compotent Judge of This My Too Busie Idleness Mr. John Chapperline |
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| Against Sextus His Misery |
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| Of a Proud Lying Dyer |
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| Against Over-Weening Worthlesse Florus |
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| A Contention betwixt a Wife, a Widow, and a Maid |
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| To My Sonne S. D. |
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| The Author, of, and to His Muse |
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| The Vertuous, Live Well for Vertues Sake, the Vicious, for Feare of Punishment |
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| In the Most Just Praise of Musicke, This Praiseworthy Worke, and My Deare, Vertuous and Right Expert Friend, the Most Judicious Author |
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| To Honest-Gamesome Robin Armin, that Tickles the Spleene Like an Harmless Vermin |
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