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About the maypole |
Absence, hear thou my protestation |
Adieu, adieu you kind and cruel |
Agnus Dei |
April Is In My Mistress Face |
Arise, awake |
Arise, get up my dear |
Ay me, the fatal arrow |
Besides a fountain |
Blow, Shepherds, blow |
Can I forget what Reason's force |
Canzonets for three voices |
Cease mine eyes |
Clorinda false |
Come, lovers, follow me |
Come, Sorrow come |
Cruel, wilt thou persever |
Cruel, you pull away too soon |
Dainty fine sweet nymph |
Damon and Phillis |
Deep lamenting |
Die now, my heart |
Domine, Dominus noster |
Domine fac mecum |
Do you not know? |
Eheu sustulerunt |
Fair in a morn |
False love did me inveigle |
Farewell disdainful |
The fields abroad |
Fire and lightning from heaven |
First Dirge Anthem (Funeral Sentences) |
Flora, wilt thou torment me? |
Fly love that art so sprightly |
Fyer, fyer |
Good Love, then fly thou to her |
Good morrow, fair ladies of the May |
Go ye, my canzonets |
Haec dies |
Hard by a crystal fountain |
Hark, alleluia |
Hark, jolly shepherds |
Help I fall |
Hold out my heart |
Ho, who comes here |
I follow, lo, the footing |
I go before, my darling |
I love, alas, I love thee |
In dew of roses |
In ev'ry place |
In nets of golden wires |
I saw my lady weeping |
I saw my lovely Phillis |
I should for grief and anguish |
It was a lover and his lass |
I will no more come to thee |
Joy, joy doth so arise |
Laboravi in gemitu |
Ladies, those cherries plenty |
Ladies, you see time flieth |
Lady, if I through grief |
Lady, those eyes |
Lady, why grieve you still me |
Lady you think you spite me |
Leave alas this tormenting |
Leave now, mine eyes |
Lo, here another love |
Lo, she flies |
Love learns by laughing |
Love's Folk In Green Arraying |
Love took his bow and arrow |
Love winged my hopes |
Lo where with flowery head |
Magnificat and Nunc dimittis - Fauxbourdon |
The man is blest |
Miraculous Love's Wounding |
Mistress mine, well may you fare |
My bonny lass she smileth |
My heart, why hast thou taken |
My lovely wanton jewel |
My nymph, the dear |
Nolo mortem peccatoris |
No, no, no, no, Nigella |
Now is the gentle season |
Now is the Month of Maying |
Now must I die recureless |
O amica mea |
O fly not |
O fly not love |
O, grief, e'en on the bud |
On a fair morning |
O no, thou dost but flout me |
O sleep, fond fancy |
O sweet alas what say you |
O thou that art so cruel |
Our Bonny-boots could toot it |
Out of the deep |
A painted tale |
Phillis, I fain would die now |
Round around about a wood |