All ye whom love or fortune hath betraide
Awaie with these selfe loving lads
Awake sweet love thou art returnd
Burtst forth my teares
Can she excuse my wrongs with vertues cloake
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Afficher les morceaux...
Come againe : sweet love doth now envite
Come away, come sweet love
Come heavy sleepe
Deare if you change ile never chuse againe
Go cristall teares
His goulden locks time hath to silver turnd
If my complaints could pasions move
My thoughts are wingd with hopes
Now, o now i needs must part
Rest a while you cruell cares
Sleepe wayward thoughts
Think' st thou ten by thy faining
Unquiet thoughts
Who ever thinks or hopes of love for love
Wilt thou unkind thus reave me of my hart
Would my conceit that first enforst my woe
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