Awake, Sweet Love...

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