| Old Men not staid with Age, Virgins with shame |
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| To the Memory of My Beloved, the Author Mr William Shakespeare: And What He Hath Left Us |
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| To the Memory of my Beloved Mr William Shakespeare |
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| Angel Describes Truth, An - |
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| What our Dame bids us do |
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| It was a beauty that I saw |
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| Pleasure Reconciled to Virtue |
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| Eye of looking back were well, An |
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| Come on, come on! And where you go |
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| Pleasure Reconciled to Virtue - Song |
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