| What Harvest Half So Sweet Is |
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| My Sweetest Lesbia |
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| Neither buskin now, nor bayes |
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| Shewes and nightly revels, signes of joy and peace |
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| Triumph now with Joy and mirth |
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| Time, that leads the fatall round |
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| Epigram, An |
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| To the Right Noble and Vertuous Theophilus Howard, Lorde of Walden, Sonne and Heire to the Right Honorable the Earle of Suffolke |
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| To the Right Vertuous, and Honorable, the Lord and Lady Hayes |
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| Epigramma |
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