| To My Now Kinde Friend, Mr. John Towne |
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| Against Flavius His Unconstancy and Promise-Breaking |
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| To the No Lesse Strange then Farre-Renowned Peregrine |
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| Against Fighting Flaccus His Lying Too Open |
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| A Contention betwixt a Wife, a Widow, and a Maid |
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| To My Highly Vallued Friend Mr George Chapman, Father of our English Poets |
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| To Over-Curious Critiques |
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| The Righteous, in Joy or Griefe, Life, or Death, GOD Keepes as His Treasure |
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| To the Right Well Deserving Mr. John Speed, the Author of This Worke |
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| To My Sonne S. D. |
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