| That to Sinne Finally Malitiously, Is Irremissible |
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| A Panegyricke |
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| Meete Not an Harlot, Least Thou Fall into Hir Snares |
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| Of Poetry |
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| To My Right Worthily-Beloved Sr John Davies Knight, Atturney Generall of Ireland |
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| Tou Our English Orpheus, My Deere Friend M. John Allen |
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| To My Worthy Beloved Friend Mr Emmanuell Gyffard |
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| To Myne Ever-Approved Deere Friend Mris. Joyce Jefferys |
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| The World Is in a Desprate Plight, for Which Christ Refused to Pray |
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| Once More for a Farewell, In Deserved Praise of this Never-Too-Much Praysed Worke |
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