| 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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| When the God of Merrie Love |
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| To the Most Illustrious and Mighty Fredericke the Fift, Count Palantine of the Rhein |
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| Aye me, that love should natures workes accuse! |
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| To the Right Honourable, Both in Birth and Vertue, Francis, Earle of Cumberland |
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| To the World |
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| Shall then a traiterous kis or a smile |
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| Bravely deckt, come forth, bright day |
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