James Bowman
Can she excuse my wrongs?
Author of light, revive my dying sprite
Flow, my tears, fall from your springs
A Fancy
Come tread the paths of pensive pangs
Since first I saw your face
Sorrow, stay, lend true repentant tears
The most sacred Queen Elizabeth, her Galliard
Eliza is the fairest Queen
Eyes, look no more
Oft have I sigh'd for him that hears me not
Go nightly cares, the enemy to rest
Pavin
Thou pretty bird, how do I see
In terrors trapp'd with thraldom thrust
Now, o now I needs must part
Preludium
A Fantasie
Say, Love, if ever thou didst find
I die whenas I do not see
The Frog Galliard
Awake, sweet love, thou art returned
Tell me, true Love
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