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To Mr. Edward Howard on His New Utopia
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To Mr. Edward Howard, on his Incomparable, Incomprehensible Poem Called The British Princes
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To all you ladies now at land
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To an Antiquated Coquette
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The Advice
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Tell Me, Dorinda, Why So Gay
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Sylvia, Methinks You Are Unfit
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Song, Written at Sea
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Proud With the Spoils of Royal Cully
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On the Countess Dowager of Manchester
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