ount you with the sun (Jones)
Awake, awake! thou heavy sprite (Campion)
Awake, sweet Love! 'tis time to rise (Youll)
Ay me, can every rumour (Wilbye)
Ay me, my mistress scorns my love (Bateson)

Behold a wonder here (John Dowland)
Brown is my Love, but graceful (Musica Transalpina)
By a fountain where I lay (John Dowland)
By the moon we sport and play (Ravenscroft)

Canst thou love and lie alone (Melismata)
Change thy mind since she doth change (Robert Dowland)
Cold Winter's ice is fled and gone (Weelkes)
Come away! come, sweet Love! (John Dowland)
Come, O come, my life's delight (Campion)
Come, Phyllis, come into these bowers (Ford)
Come, shepherd swains, that wont to hear me sing (Wilbye)
Come, you pretty false-eyed wanton (Campion)
Could my heart more tongues employ (Campion)
Crowned with flowers I saw fair Amaryllis (Byrd)

Dare you haunt our hallow'd green (Ravenscroft)
Dear, if I with guilt would gild a true intent (Campion)
Dear, if you change I'll never choose again (John Dowland)
Do you not know how Love lost first his seeing (Morley)
Draw on, sweet Night, best friend unto those cares (Wilbye)

Each day of thine, sweet month of May (Youll)
Every dame affects good fame, whate'er her doings be (Campion)

Fair Phyllis I saw sitting all alone (Farmer)
Farewell, false Love, the oracle of lies (Byrd)
Farewell, my joy! (Weelkes)
Fine knacks for ladies, cheap, choice, brave and new (John Dowland)
Fire that must flame is with apt fuel fed (Campion)
Flora gave me fairest flowers (Wilbye)
Follow your saint, follow with accents sweet (Campion and Rosseter)
Fond wanton youths make Love a God (Jones)
From Citheron the warlike boy is fled (Byrd)
From Fame's desire, from Love's delight retired (John Dowland)

Give Beauty all her right (Campion)
Go, crystal tears! like to the morning showers (John Dowland)
Go, turn away those cruel eyes (Egerton MS. 2013)
Good men, show! if you can tell (Campion)

Ha! ha! ha! this world doth pass (Weelkes)
Happy he (Jones)
Happy, O! happy he, who not affecting (Wilbye)
Have I found her? O rich finding (Pilkington)
Heigh ho! chill go to plough no more (Mundy)
How many things as yet (Maynard)
How shall I then describe my Love (Ford)

I always loved to call my lady Rose (Lichfild)
I have house and land in Kent (Melismata)
I joy not in no earthly bliss (Byrd)
I live and yet methinks I do not breathe (Wilbye)
I marriage would forswear (Maynard)
I only am the man (Maynard)
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