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- BARTLET, John A pretty duck there was
- BARTLET, John All my wits hath will enwrapped
- BARTLET, John Go, wailing verse
- BARTLET, John I heard of late
- BARTLET, John I would though wert not fair
- BARTLET, John If ever hapless woman had a cause
- BARTLET, John If there be anyone
- BARTLET, John O Lord, thy faithfulness and praise
- BARTLET, John Of all the birds that I do know
- BARTLET, John The Queen of Paphos, Ericine
- BARTLET, John Unto a fly transform’d
- BARTLET, John What thing is love?
- BARTLET, John When from my love I look’d for love
- BARTLET, John Who doth behold my mistress’ face
- CAVENDISH, Michael Fair are those eyes
- CAVENDISH, Michael Farewell, despair
- CAVENDISH, Michael Say, shepherds, say
- CAVENDISH, Michael Sly thief, if so you will believe (Parts I and II)
- CAVENDISH, Michael Wanton, come hither
- CAVENDISH, Michael What thing more cruel (Part II of Sly thief, if so you will believe)
- JONES, Robert A woman’s looks are barbed hooks
- JONES, Robert Blame not my cheeks
- JONES, Robert Can modest plain desire
- JONES, Robert Cease, troubled thoughts
- JONES, Robert Cynthia, queen of seas and lands
- JONES, Robert Farewell, dear love
- JONES, Robert Fly from the world
- JONES, Robert Fond wanton youths make love a god
- JONES, Robert Happy he, who, to sweet home retir’d
- JONES, Robert Hero, care not though they pry
- JONES, Robert If fathers knew but how to leave
- JONES, Robert Led by a strong desire
- JONES, Robert Lie down, poor heart
- JONES, Robert Life is a poet’s fable
- JONES, Robert My mistress sings no other song
- JONES, Robert O my poor eyes, that sun whose shine
- JONES, Robert Once did I love, and yet I live
- JONES, Robert Perplexed sore am I
- JONES, Robert She whose matchless beauty staineth
- JONES, Robert Sweet, come away, my darling
- JONES, Robert Sweet love, mine only treasure
- JONES, Robert Sweet Philomel, in groves and deserts
- JONES, Robert That heart wherein all sorrows
- JONES, Robert There is a garden in her face
- JONES, Robert Think’st thou, Kate, to put me down
- JONES, Robert What if I seek for love of thee?
- JONES, Robert When love on time and measure
- JONES, Robert When will the fountain of my tears
- JONES, Robert Where ling’ring fear
- JONES, Robert Women, what are they?
- PILKINGTON, Francis Alas, fair face
- PILKINGTON, Francis Ay me, she frowns!
- PILKINGTON, Francis Beauty sat bathing by a spring
- PILKINGTON, Francis Can she disdain
- PILKINGTON, Francis Climb, O heart, climb to thy rest
- PILKINGTON, Francis Come, come, all you that draw heav’n’s purest breath
- PILKINGTON, Francis Diaphenia, like the daffdowndilly
- PILKINGTON, Francis Down, a-down, thus Phyllis sang
- PILKINGTON, Francis I sigh, as sure to wear the fruit
- PILKINGTON, Francis Look, mistress mine
- PILKINGTON, Francis Music, dear solace to my thoughts
- PILKINGTON, Francis My choice is made
- PILKINGTON, Francis Now let her change and spare not
- PILKINGTON, Francis Now peep, bo-peep
- PILKINGTON, Francis Rest, sweet nymphs
- PILKINGTON, Francis Sound, woeful plaints
- PILKINGTON, Francis Thanks, gentle moon
- PILKINGTON, Francis Underneath a cypress shade
- PILKINGTON, Francis Whither so fast?
- PILKINGTON, Francis With fragrant flow’rs we strew the way
- PILKINGTON, Francis You that pine in long desire
