Air. Sonate. Gigue. Gavotte. Gigue |
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All looks be pale. Jacke and Jone. Thrice tosse these oaken ashes |
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Author of Light. Never weather-beaten sail. Tune thy music to thy heart |
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Author of light. Oft have I sighed |
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Author of Light. Shall I Come Sweet Love to Thee? It Fell upon a Summer's Jig. Never Weather-Beaten Sail. If Thou Longst So Much to Learn |
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Ayres |
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Come let us sound. When to her lute |
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Fain Would I Wed |
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Fain would I wed; Shall I come sweet love? |
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Fair if you expect admiring |
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Fair, if you expect admiring |
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Fair, if you expect admiring. Author of light. I care not for these ladies. It fell on a summer's day. The Cypress curtain of the night. There is a garden in her face |
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Fire, fire. I care not for these ladies |
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Follow thy fair sun. Oft have I sighed. The cypress curtain of the night |
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I care not for thee ladies. Shall I come sweet love to thee? Beauty, since you so much desire |
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I care not for these Ladies. Breaks now my hearte. Never weather-beaten saile. Move now with measured sound |
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I Care Not For These Ladies. The Cypress Curtain |
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It fell on a Summer's day. I care not for these ladies. Pined I am, and like to die. The peaceful western wind. Never weather-beaten sail. Now hath Flora robb'd her bow'rs. Thrice toss these oaken ashes |
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Jack and Jone |
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Music by |
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Music of |
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My sweetest Lesbia. I care not for these Ladies. My love hath vow'd |
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Never love unless you can. Oft have I sighed. If thou longst so much to learn. Fain would I wed |
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Never love unless you can; Oft have I sighed; If thou longst so much to learn; Fain would I wed |
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Never weather-beaten sail. Jack and Ione. A secret love |
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Never Weather-beaten Sail. Most Sweet and Pleasing are Thy Ways. Author of Light. To Music Bent. Miserere, my Maker |
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Never Weather-Beaten Sail. Oft Have I Sighed. The Peaceful Western Wind. I Must Complain. Come, Let Us Sound. It Fell on a Summer’s Day. Shall I Come, Sweet Love, to Thee? |
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Never Weather-beaten Saile. Author of Light |
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Never weather-beaten Saile. The Sypres Curten of the Night |
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Never Weatherbeaten Sail. Most Sweet and Pleasing. Author of Light. To Music Bent |
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Now hath Flora robbed her bowers. Move now with measured sound |
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Now hath Flora robb’d her bow’rs. Author of light. Come let us sound with melody. Oft have I sigh’d for him. Turn back, you wanton flyer |
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Now hath Flora. Move now. Woo her |
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Selections by |
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Songs and instrumental pieces by |
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Songs, Consort Pieces, and Masque Music |
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Songs: It fell on a summer's day; Thinkst thou to seduce me; Shall I come sweet love to thee? I care not for these ladies; Come cheerful day; Come you pretty false-eyed wanton; Her rosy cheeks; Fire, fire, fire; Never weather-beaten sail; The Cypress curtain of the night; There is none o none but you |
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Sweet Exclude Me Not |
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The cypress curtain of the night. I care not for these ladies. Never weather-beaten sail |
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The Peaceful western wind |
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There is a garden in her face. Oft have I sighed |
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Though you are young and I am old. Come, cheerful day |
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What if a Day |
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What is it all? All looks be pale. Come, cheerful day. Come away. Fain would I wed. Awake, thou heavy spright. Break now, my heart. Fire that must flame |
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Wooe her and win her |
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