Can She Excuse My Wrongs?
Come Again
Fine knacks for ladies
Who ever Thinks or Hopes of Love
Who ever Thinks or Hopes of Love
If my Complaints could Passions Move
Lachrimae
Flow, my tears
Now, o Now, I Needs must Part
Go Crystal Tears
Think'st Thou then by thy Feigning
All Ye Whom Love Of Fortune
Unquiet Thoughts
Come again
Come away, Come Sweet Love
Dear, if you Change
Rest Awhile you Cruel Cares
I saw my lady weep
Can she Excuse my Wrongs?
My Thoughts are Wing'd with Hopes