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- ATTEY, John Bright star of beauty
- ATTEY, John In a grove of trees of myrtle
- ATTEY, John Joy, my muse, since there is one
- ATTEY, John Madam, for you I little grieve to die
- ATTEY, John My days, my months, my years I spend
- ATTEY, John My dearest and divinest love
- ATTEY, John On a time the amorous Silvy
- ATTEY, John Resound my voice, ye woods
- ATTEY, John Shall I tell you whom I love?
- ATTEY, John Sweet was the song the Virgin sung
- ATTEY, John The Gordian knot, which Alexander great
- ATTEY, John Think not ’tis I alone
- ATTEY, John Vain hope, adieu!
- ATTEY, John What is all this world but vain?
- CAMPION, Thomas A secret love or two I must confess
- CAMPION, Thomas As by the streams of Babylon
- CAMPION, Thomas Author of light
- CAMPION, Thomas Awake, awake, thou heavy sprite
- CAMPION, Thomas Bravely deck’d, come forth, bright day
- CAMPION, Thomas Come away, arm’d with love’s delights
- CAMPION, Thomas Come, cheerful day
- CAMPION, Thomas Come, you pretty false-eyed wanton
- CAMPION, Thomas ain would I my love disclose
- CAMPION, Thomas Give beauty all her right
- CAMPION, Thomas Good men, show, if you can tell
- CAMPION, Thomas Harden now thy tired heart
- CAMPION, Thomas Her rosy cheeks, her ever-smiling eyes
- CAMPION, Thomas How eas’ly wert thou chained
- CAMPION, Thomas Jack and Joan they think no ill
- CAMPION, Thomas Lift up to heav’n, sad wretch
- CAMPION, Thomas Lighten, heavy heart, thy sprite
- CAMPION, Thomas Lo, when back mine eye
- CAMPION, Thomas Most sweet and pleasing are thy ways
- CAMPION, Thomas Never weather-beaten sail
- CAMPION, Thomas Now hath Flora robb’d her bow’rs
- CAMPION, Thomas O dear, that I with thee might live
- CAMPION, Thomas O what unhop’d for sweet supply
- CAMPION, Thomas Out of my soul’s depth
- CAMPION, Thomas Pin’d I am, and like to die
- CAMPION, Thomas Seek the Lord, and in his ways persever
- CAMPION, Thomas Sing a song of joy
- CAMPION, Thomas So many loves have I neglected
- CAMPION, Thomas Sweet, exclude me not
- CAMPION, Thomas The man of life upright
- CAMPION, Thomas The peaceful western wind
- CAMPION, Thomas There is none, O none but you
- CAMPION, Thomas Though your strangeness frets my heart
- CAMPION, Thomas To music bent is my retired mind
- CAMPION, Thomas Tune thy music to thy heart
- CAMPION, Thomas Vain men, whose follies
- CAMPION, Thomas View me, Lord, a work of thine
- CAMPION, Thomas What harvest half so sweet is
- CAMPION, Thomas Where are all thy beauties now
- CAMPION, Thomas Where she her sacred bow’r adorns
- CAMPION, Thomas Wise men patience never want
- DANYEL, John Now the earth, the skies, the air
- DANYEL, John What delight can they enjoy
- FORD, Thomas Come, Phyllis, come into these bow’rs
- FORD, Thomas Fair, sweet, cruel
- FORD, Thomas Go, Passions, to the cruel fair
- FORD, Thomas How shall I then describe my love?
- FORD, Thomas Not full twelve years twice told
- FORD, Thomas Now I see thy looks were feigned
- FORD, Thomas Since first I saw your face
- FORD, Thomas There is a lady sweet and kind
- FORD, Thomas Unto the temple of thy beauty
- FORD, Thomas What then is love, sings Corydon
- JONES, Robert And is it night?
- JONES, Robert Fain would I speak
- JONES, Robert Grief of my best love’s absenting
- JONES, Robert How should I show my love unto my love
- JONES, Robert I know not what
- JONES, Robert If in this flesh
- JONES, Robert O, he is gone, and I am here
- JONES, Robert O thread of life, when thou art spent
- JONES, Robert She hath an eye, ah me! ah me!
- JONES, Robert When I sit reading all alone
