Author of Light, Revive My Dying Spright

Beauty Since You So Much Desire

Book of Songs, Book 1: Come, heavy sleep

Come Let Us Sound with Melodie the Praises

Come You Pretty False-Ey'd Wanton

Faire If You Expect Admiring

Fire, Fire, Fire, Fire Loe Here I Burne

Her Rosie Cheekes, Her Ever Smiling Eyes

I Care Not for These Ladies

It Fell on a Sommers Daie

Jacke and Jone They Thinke No Ill

Miserere My Maker

Most Sweet and Pleasing Are Thy Wayes O God

Never Weather-Beaten Saile More Willing Bent to Shore

Shall I Come Sweet Love to Thee?

Sweet Exclude Me Not nor Be Divided

The Sypres Curten of the Night Is Spread

There Is a Garden in Her Face

There Is None, O None but You

Thou Joy'st Fond Boy, to Be by Many Loved

Though You Are Yoong and I Am Olde

To Musicke Bent Is My Retyred Minde

Tune Thy Musicke to Thy Hart

Turne All Thy Thoughts to Eyes

Vayle Love Mine Eyes, O Hide from Me

What Is It That All Men Possesse, Among Themselves Conversing?

When to Her Lute Corrina Sings