ANONYME
Most men do love the Spanish wine
Have I caught my heav'nly jewel?
O Lord, whose grace
If the deep sighs
If floods of tears
FRANCIS PILKINGTON - «The First Booke of Songs« (1605)
My choice is made
Rest sweet nymphs
Now let her change
Underneath a cypress shade
Sound woeful plaints
I sigh as sure to wear the fruit
Alas fair face
THOMAS MORLEY - «The First Booke of Ayres« (1600)
With my love, my life was nestled
It was a lover and his lass
Who is it that this dark night?
Mistress mine well may you fare
Fair in a morn
Come, sorrow, come
