Treść
- All ye whom Love or Fortune
- Awake sweet Love thou art return'd
- Away with these self-loving Lads
- Burts forth my Tears
- Can she excuse my Wrongs
- Come again: Sweet Love doth now invite
- Come away come sweet Love
- Come heavy Sleep
- Dear if you change
- Go crystal Tears
- His golden Locks
- If my Complaints
- My Thoughts are wing'd with Hopes
- Now o now I needs must part
- Rest awhile you cruel cares
- Sleep wayward Thoughts
- Think'st thou then by thy freightning
- Unquiet Thoughts
- Who ever thinks or hopes of Love
- Wilt thou unkind thus reave me
- Would my conceit