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