Have You E'er Seen the Morning Sun ?
Slide Soft You Silver Floods
Bid Me But Live, and I Will Live
Or You, or I, Nature Did Wrong
Neither Sights, Nor Tears, Nor Mourning
Almain - Corant 1 - Corant 2 for Two Lutes
Wither Are All Her False Oaths Blown ?
No More Shall Meads Be Deck'd With Flowers
When Thou, Poor Excommunicate
Sleep Soft, You Cold Clay Cinders
Out Upon It, I Have Lov'd
Sweet Stay Awhile, Why Do You Rise ?
O Tell Me Love ! O Tell Me Fate !
Wert Thou Yet Fairer Than Thou Art
Why So Pale and Wan, Fond Lover ?
