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Thrice Toss These Oaken Ashes in the Air
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Though You Are Young
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Shall I Come, Sweet Love
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Mistris Since You So Much Desire
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To Music Bent Is My Retired Mind
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Fire that must flame is with apt fuell fed
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I must complain, yet doe enjoy my Love
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Hark, All You Ladies
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First Love
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To the Most Princely and Vertuous the Lady Elizabeth
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