The Silver Swan

What Is Our Life

I-Fair Ladies That to Love Captived Are, II-Mongst Thousands Good

Fair Is the Rose, Yet Fades With Heat or Cold

Daintly Fine Bird

Now Each Flowery Bank of May

Lais Now Old, That Erst Attempting Lass

I-How Art Thou Thral'd, II- Farewell All Joys

The Silver Swan

I-Nay Let Me Weep, II-Ne'Er Let the Sun With His Deceiving Light, III-

Ah, Dear Heart Why Do You Rise?

Trust Not T Much Fair Youth Unto Thy Feature

O, That the Learned Poets of This Time

I-I Weigh Not Fortune's Frown nor Smile, II-I Tremble Not at Noise Of