| But if thou wilt not pittie my complaint |
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| When will my May come, that I may embrace thee? |
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| His Prayer to Pecunia |
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| To his Worshipful wel-willer, Maister |
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| The Complaint of Poetrie, for the Death of Liberalitie |
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| To his Worshipfull Good Friend |
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| The Combat betweene Conscience and Covetousnesse in the Mind of Man |
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| Against the disprayers of Poetrie |
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| Written, at the Request of a Gentleman |
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| To the Right Excellent and Most Beautifull Lady, the Ladie Penelope Ritch |
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