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To an Old Gentlewoman That Painted Her Face
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Was never day came on my head
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To his Frend not to forget him
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A Vowe of Constancie
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To his verie friend: Ro. Baynes
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The Authors Epilogue
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He that declares that albeit he were imprisoned in Russia
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A Comparison of his mistresse, with a brave Lady of Russia
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From the citie of Mosqva, to his friend in England
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My Spencer, spite is vertues deadly foe
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