ANONYMOUS:
As at noon Dulcina rested
Sweet, stay awhile!

JOHN ATTEY:
On a time the amorous Silvy

JOHN BARTLET:
A pretty duck there was
O Lord, thy faithfulness
What thing is love?
When from my love

THOMAS CAMPION:
A secret love or two
Author of light
Beauty, since you so much desire
Come you pretty false-eyed wanton
Follow thy fair sun
Follow your saint
I must complain
If love loves truth
If thou long’st so much
It fell on a summer’s day
Love me or not
My sweetest Lesbia
Never love unless you can
O what unhoped for sweet supply!
Oft have I sigh’d
The cypress curtain of the night
The peaceful western wind
There is a garden in her face
Vain men, whose follies
Veil, love, mine eyes
When to her lute Corinna sings
Your fair looks

MICHAEL CAVENDISH:
Love is not blind
Stay, Glycia, stay!
The heart to rue
Wanton, come hither!

WILLIAM CORKINE:
He that hath no mistress
Sweet Cupid
Sweet, let me go!

JOHN DANYEL:
Dost thou withdraw thy grace?
I die whenas I do not see
Like as the lute delights
Why canst thou not?

ALFONSO FERRABOSCO II:
Drown not with tears
Fain I would
Like hermit poor
Unconstant love
Young and simple though I am

THOMAS FORD:
Fair sweet cruel
Not full twelve years
Now I see thy looks were feigned
Since first I saw your face
Unto the temple of thy beauty

RICHARD GREAVES:
Ye bubbling springs

ROBERT JOHNSON:
Dear do not your fair beauty wrong