| So many loves have I neglected |
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| If I urge my kinde desires |
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| Her rosie cheekes, her ever smiling eyes |
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| Let him that will be free and keep his hart from care |
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| Where shall I refuge seeke, if you refuse mee? |
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| Reprove not love, though fondly thou hast lost |
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| Elegie upon the Untimely Death of Prince Henry , An |
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| When Laura smiles her sight revives both night and day |
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| To the Most High and Mighty Prince Charles |
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| Though far from joy, my sorrowes are as far |
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