A Secret Love Or Two
All looks be pale
As by the Streams of Babylon
Author of Light
Beauty Is But A Painted Hell
Beauty, since you so much desire
Blame not my cheeks
Break now, my heart, and die
Come away
Come let us sound with melody
Come you pretty false-ey'd wanton
Come, cheerful day
Could My Heart More Tongues Employ
Courante ['I care not for these ladies']
Faine would I wed
Fair, if you expect admiring
Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire!
Give Beauty all her Right
Harke all your ladies
Her Rosie Cheekes
I care not for these ladies
I Must Complain
It fell on a summer's day
Jacke and Jone they think no ill
Kind Are Her Answers
Leave prolonging thy distress
Lord Hay's Masque
Mistress, since you so much desire
Most sweet and pleasing are thy wayes
Move now with measured sound
Mr Confess's Coranto
My love hath vow'd
My sweetest Lesbia
Never weather-beaten sail
Now hath Flora robbed her bowers
O Deare that I with thee might live
Oft have I sigh’d for him that hears me not
Second Dance of the Lords' Masque
Shall I come, sweet love, to thee?
Sing a song of joy
So parted you
Sweet exclude Me not
The cypress curtain of the night
The Peaceful Western Wind
The Sypres Garden of the Night
There is a Garden in her face
There is none, O none but you
Thou joy'st, fond boy
Though you are young and I am old
To Musicke bent is my retyred minde
Tune thy music to thy heart
Turn Back You Wanton Flyer
Turne all thy thoughts to eyes
Vaile, love, mine eyes
What is it all that men possesse
When to her lute Corinna sings
Woo her, and win her
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