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INDEX OF FIRST LINES
Without intent, I find a book I've writ, 382.
Would the gods might give, 230.
Ye living soldiers of the mighty war, 115.
Years have flown since I knew thee first, 32.
Yes, I have heard the nightingale, 233.
Yes, 't is a glorious sight, 218.
Yesterday, when we were friends, 153.
Your pretty book doth please me, 125.
