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Filter     Order  Title asc Title desc Ordering    Display #  5 10 15 20 25 30 50 Item Title Alas Madam for Stealing of a Kiss And Wilt Thou Leave me Thus? Avising The Bright Beams Farewell Love and All Thy Laws Forever Forget Not Yet The Tried Intent I Abide and Abide and Better Abide I Find No Peace In Spain Is It Possible Madam, Withouten Many Words Mine Own John Poynz My Galley, Charged with Forgetfulness My Lute Awake Of the Mean and Sure Estate Written to John Poins Since so Ye Please The Heart and Service The Long Love That in My Thought Doth Harbour They Flee From Me Unstable Dream What Needeth These Threat'ning Words What Should I Say Whoso List to Hunt, I Know Where is an Hind Ye Old Mule   << Start < Prev 1 Next > End >> Results 1 - 23 of 23