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She sat and sewed that hath done me the wrong
Since last we met, thou and thy horse, my dear
Sly Merry Andrew, the last Southwark Fair
So you've kem 'yer again
Some of my friends (for friends I must suppose
Songs of shepherds, rustical roundelays
Speak, O man less recent! Fragmentary fossil
Stella this day is thirty-four
Survey this shield all bossy bright: :

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Tell me not of Lords and laws
That all men would be cowards if they dare
The Brownie sits in the Scotchman's room
The darkest, strangest mystery
The fox and the cat, as they travelled one day
The learned, full of inward pride
The little boy to show his might and power
The mean, the rancorous jealousies, that swell
The rats by night such mischief did
The shepherd heretofore did keep
The stars are rolling in the sky
The town of Passage is neat and spacious
The world's a printing-house. Our words, our thoughts
There are three ways in which men take
There is no type of indolence like this
There needs no other charm nor conjurer
There once was a painter in Catholic days
There's a time to be jolly, a time to repent
There was a Cameronian cat
There was a man bespake a thing
There was an old man came over the Lea,
There was an old woman, as I've heard tell
There were six jovial tradesmen
This is the prettiest motion .
'This kind o sogerin' aint a mite like our October trainin
This one request I make to him that sits the clouds above
Those who in quarrels interpose
Thy charms, o sacred Indolence, i sing :
Time was when round the lion's den
'Tis sweet to view, from half-past five to six
'Tis twenty years, and something more
'Tis well that equal Heaven has placed
To all you ladies now at land
To get betimes in Boston town, I rose this morning early
To Lake Aghmoogenegamook
To pass the time thereas I went
To sup with thee thou didst me home invite
Toll, toll
Tom Goodwin was an actor man
'Twas on a lofty vase's side .
Up the Mediterranin

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Wal, no! I can't tell whar he lives
Well, Heaven be thanked I friend Allan, here I am
Well, if ever I saw such anotner man since my mother bound my head
Welter upon the waters, mighty one
Were men so dull they could not see
What gossips prattled in the sun
What I put off with one denial

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When first I sought fair Cælia's love
When Johnson sought as Shakspeare says) that bourn:
When, now mature in classic knowledge
When Orpheus went down to the regions below :
When owls are stripped of their disguise
When these things following be done to our intent
Where gentle Thames through stately channels glides
Where others love and praise my verses, still
Where the Red Lion, staring o'er the way
Whether on carth, in air, or main
While at the helm of State you ride
While Butler, needy wretch, was yet alive
Who friendship with a knave hath made
Who marrieth a wife upon a Monday
Who says that Giles and Joan at discord be
Whoever pleaseth to enquire
Why flyest thou away with fear
Why, how now, old sexton? why shake you with dread.
Why should the world be so averse
Wise emblem of our politic world
With face and fashion to be known
Women, women, love of women
Would you that Delville I describe
You ask a story, not more strange than true
You that decipher out the fate
You won not verses, madam, you won me

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