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My Sweetest Lesbia Though You Are Young And I Am Old I Care Not for These Ladies Followe Thy Faire Sunne My Love Hath Vowed He Will Forsake Me When to Her Lute Corinna Sings Turn Back, You Wanton Flyer It Fell on a Summer's Day The Cypress Curtain of the Night Follow Your Saint Fair, If You Expect Admiring Thou Art Not Fair See Where She Flies Enrag'd from Me Blame Not My Cheeks, Though Pale with Love They Be When the God of Merry Love Mistris, Since You So Much Desire Your Fair Looks Inflame My Desire The Man of Life Upright Hark, All You Ladies That Do Sleep When Thou Must Home to Shades of Underground Come, Let Us Sound with Melody When Laura Smiles What Is a Day, What Is a Year? What Then Is Love But Mourning? Introduction - The Cambridge History, &c. Complete - Renascence Editions       "Rose-Cheeked Laura" Complete Facsimile [.pdf] - Godfrey's Bookshelf       An Epigram       Song. Now Hath Flora Rob'd Her Bowers       Song. Move Now With Measured Sound       Song. Triumph Now With Joy And Mirth       Song. Time, That Leads The Fatal Round Complete - Luminarium Editions Complete - Luminarium Editions To the Reader Author of Light The Man of Life Upright (II) Where Are All Thy Beauties Now Out of My Soul's Depth View me, Lord, a work of thine Bravely deckt, Come Forth, Bright Day To Music Bent is my Retired Mind Tune thy Music to thy Heart Most Sweet and Pleasing Wise Men Patience Never Want Never Weather-beaten Saile Lift Up to Heaven, Sad Wretch Lo, When Back Mine Eye As by the Streams of Babylon Sing a Song of Joy Awake, Awake, Thou Heavy Sprite Come, Cheerful Day Seek the Lord, and in His Ways Persever Lighten, Heavy Heart, Thy Sprite Jack and Joan They Think No Ill All Looks Be Pale Vaine Men, Whose Follies Make a God of Love How Eas'ly Wert Thou Chained Harden Now Thy Tired Heart O What Unhop'd for Sweet Supply Where She Her Sacred Bower Adorns Fain Would I My Love Disclose Give Beauty All Her Right O Dear that I with Thee might Live Good Men, Show, if You Can Tell What Harvest Half so Sweet Is Sweet, Exclude Me Not The Peaceful Western Wind There Is None, O None But You Pin'd I am and like to die So Many Loves Have I Neglected Though your Strangeness Frets my Heart Come Away, Arm'd with Love's Delights Come, You Pretty False-Ey'd Wanton A Secret Love Her rosy cheeks, her ever-smiling eyes Where Shall I Refuge Seek Song. Bring away this Sacred Tree. Song. Go, happy Man. Song. While dancing rests. Song. Come ashore, come, merry mates. Oft have I sigh'd for him that hears me not Maids are simple, some men say Kind are her answers Break Now, My Heart, and Die! Now Winter Nights Enlarge What Is It All That Men Possess If thou long'st so much to learn Shall I come, sweet Love, to thee Thrice toss these Oaken ashes in the air Fire, Fire, Fire! Come, O come, my life's delight Could my heart more tongues employ Sleep, angry beauty, sleep, and fear not me Never love unless you can Leave prolonging thy distress Thou joy'st, fond boy, to be by many loved Veil, love, mine eyes There Is a Garden in Her Face Love Me or Not, Love Her I Must or Die Beauty Is But A Painted Hell I Must Complain Think'st thou to seduce me then Turn all thy thoughts to eyes Beauty, since you so much desire Fain Would I Wed a Fair Young Man What if a Day, Or a Month, Or a Yeare?

to Thomas Campion

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