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