Edward Hake Poems

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1.
The Authours Minde Vpon The Matter Of This His Litle Booke

A publicque peace our highe Iehoue hath wrought:
A priuate warre, with hate tweene man and man
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2.
No Gold No Goodnesse

O gold ! that goest in and out,
That rul'st and raignest at thy will;
thou, that bringest things about,
Why art thou absent from us still ?
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3.
Complaining Of His Want Of Friends

Waking in my bed, I wept,
And silently complain'd;
The cares that on me crept
All hope of sleepe restrain'd,
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