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
