| 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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| A Comparison of the Life of Man |
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| But now my Muse toyled with continuall care |
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| Some talke of Ganymede th' Idalian boy |
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| Sweet Corrall lips, where Nature's treasure lies |
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| Sweet Thames I honour thee, not for thou art |
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| Thus was my love, thus was my Ganymed |
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| Two stars there are in one faire firmament |
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