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Mrs Winters Jump |
Mrs Winters Jump 1 |
Mrs Winters Jump 2 |
My heart and tongue were twins |
My Lady Hundons Puffe |
My Lady Hunsdons Puffe |
My Lord Willoughbys Welcome Home |
My Lord Willoughbys Welcome Home Duet |
My thoughts are wing'd |
Now cease my wandring eyes |
Now, o Now, i Needs Must Part |
Oh what hath overwrought my all amazed thought |
O Lord consider my distress |
O Lord of whom I do depend |
O Lord, turn not away thy face |
Orlando Sleepeth |
O sweet woods, the delight of solitarienesse |
Phantasia In Em |
A Piece Without Title |
Pipers Pavan |
Praise blindnesse eies, for seeing is deceipt |
Praise God upon the lute and viol |
Put me not to rebuke, O Lord |
Queen Elizabeths |
Queen Elizabeths Galliard |
Rest Awhile, You Cruel Cares |
The Right Honorable Ferdinando Earl Of Derby His Galliard |
The Right Honorable The Lady Cliftons Spirit |
The Right Honorable Robert Earl Of Essex His Galliard |
The Right Honorable Robert The Lady Rich Her Gailliard |
Round Battle Galliard |
Say loue if euer thou didst finde |
Shall I strive with words to move |
Shall I sue, shall I seeke for grace |
A Shepherd in a shade his plaining made |
The Shoemaker's Wife A Toy |
Shout to Jehovah, all the earth |
The Sick Tune |
Sir John Smith His Almain |
Sleep Wayward Thoughts |
Sorrow, sorrow, stay, lend true repentant tears |
Stay time a while thy flying |
Sweet stay a while |
Tarletons Resurrection |
Tell me true Love where shall I seek thy being |
Then sit thee down and say thy 'Nunc dimittis' |
Think'st Thou Then by Thy Feigning |
Thou mighty God - When David's life by Saul - When the poor Cripple |
Time's eldest son, Old Age, the heir of Ease |
Time stands still |
To ask for all thy love |
Tosse not my soule |
Unquiet Thoughts |
Up merry mates |
Weepe you no more sad fountaines |
Welcome black night |
Were every thought an eye |
What If A Day |
What if I neuer speede |
What If I Never Speed |
What poore Astronomers are they |
When others sing 'Venite exultemus' |
When Phœbus first did Daphne love |
Where righteousness doth say |
Where sin sore wounding |
White as lillies was her face |
Who ever thinks or hopes of love for love |
Wilsons Wilde |
Wilt thou unkind thus reave me |
Wofull heart with griefe opressed |
Would my conceit that first enforc'd my woe |