| Pleasure Reconciled to Virtue - Hymn |
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| It follows now you are to prove |
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| Pleasure Reconciled to Virtue - Song |
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| Pleasure Reconciled to Virtue - Song |
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| Pleasure Reconciled to Virtue - Song |
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| Wake! Our mirth begins to die |
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| I will have all my beds blown up, not stuft |
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| Come on, sir. Now, you set your foot on shore |
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| On Cashiered Captain Surly |
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| To King Charles and Queen Mary, for the Loss of Their First-Born. An Epigram Consolatory. 1629 |
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