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