The Marrovv of complements. Or, A most methodicall and accurate forme of instructions for all variety of love-letters, amorous discourses, and complementall entertainements. Fitted for the use of all sorts of persons from the noblemans palace to the artizans shop. With many delightfull songs, sonnetts, odes, dialogues, &c. Never before published.

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The Marrovv of complements. Or, A most methodicall and accurate forme of instructions for all variety of love-letters, amorous discourses, and complementall entertainements. Fitted for the use of all sorts of persons from the noblemans palace to the artizans shop. With many delightfull songs, sonnetts, odes, dialogues, &c. Never before published.
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London, :: Printed for Humphrey Moseley, and are to be sold at his shop at the Princes Armes in St. Pauls Church-yard.,
1655. [i.e. 1654]
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"The Marrovv of complements. Or, A most methodicall and accurate forme of instructions for all variety of love-letters, amorous discourses, and complementall entertainements. Fitted for the use of all sorts of persons from the noblemans palace to the artizans shop. With many delightfull songs, sonnetts, odes, dialogues, &c. Never before published." In the digital collection Early English Books Online 2. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A89551.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 5, 2024.

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Thy leave My dying Song Yet take, ere griefe bereave The breath which I enjoy too long; Tell thou that fair one, this, my Soule prefers Her Love above my life, and that I died hers: And now farwell thou place of my curst birth, where once I breath'd the sweetest aire on earth; Since me my wonted Joyes forsake And all my trust deceive, Of all I take My leave.
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