H. Purcell: What a Sad Fate Is Mine, Z. 428
H. Purcell: While Thyrsis, wrapt in downy sleep, Z. 437
H. Purcell: Beneath a dark and melancholy grove, Z. 461
H. Purcell: If pray'rs and tears, Z. 380
H. Purcell: In Cloris all soft charms agree, Z. 384
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