If My Complaints

Shall I Come, Sweet Love, To Thee?

Fair If You Expect Admiring

What Is A Day?

Miserere, My Maker - Trans.& edited Oboussier

Have You Seen But A Whyte Lillie Grow?

What If My Mistress Now

Rest Sweet Nymphs

With My Love, My Life Was Nestled

Sweet, Come Again

What then is love but mourning

First Booke of Songes, 1597:19. Awake, sweet love

Whether Men Do Laugh Or Weep

What if I Never Speed?

Come Let Us Sound

Come Phyllis Come

I Saw My Ladye Weeping

Sorrow Stay / Die Not Before The Day / Mourne, Day Is With Darkness Fled

Thyrsis And Milla

Fine Knacks For Ladies

O mistress mine

In darkness let me dwell

It was a lover and his lasse

Come, sorrow, come

When Laura smiles

I saw my Lady weep

Fair, sweet, cruel