Come let us sound with melodie the praises
Tune thy musicke to thy hart
Come you pretty false-ey'd wanton
There Is none, O none but you
Sweet exclude mee not: Sweet exclude me not nor be divided
I care not for these ladies
Though you Are yoong and I am olde
Fire, fire, fire, fire loe here I burne
What then Is love but mourning?
Shall I come sweet love to thee?
Beauty, since you so much desire: Beauty since you so much desire
What Is It That all men possesse, among themselves conversing?
The Cypress Curtain of the Night Is Spread: The sypres curten of the night Is spread
Jacke and Jone they think no ill: Jacke and Jone they thinke no ill
It Fell on a Summer's Day: It fell on a sommers daie
When to her lute Corrina sings
My Sweetest Lesbia, Let Us Live and Love
Her rosie cheekes, her ever smiling eyes
Faire If you expect admiring
There Is a garden in her face
Bookes of Ayres, Book 1, Author of light, revive my dying spright: Author of light, revive my dying spright
Bookes of Ayres, Book 2: Never weather-beaten saile more willing bent to shore
Most sweet and pleasing Are thy wayes O God
To musicke bent Is my retyred minde
Thou joy'st fond boy, to be by many loved: Thou joy’st fond boy, to be by many loved