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To Sickness
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To My Mere English Censurer
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To Elizabeth, Countess of Rutland
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Had old Hippocrates, or Galen
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You that would last long, list to my song
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My masters and friends, and good people draw near
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To William, Lord Mounteagle
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To the Same; on the Same
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On Sir John Roe
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Fools
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