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Soft, subtle fire, thou soul of art
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How young and fresh I am tonight
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Epistle to Master Arthur Squib, An
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Howe'er the brightness may amaze
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Turn him, and see his threads; look if he be
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Now look and see in yonder throne
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Epistle Answering to One That Asked to Be Sealed of the Tribe of Ben, An
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Live to that point I will, for which I am man
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On the Famous Voyage
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When Love at first did move
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