Fifty Songs. Book 1. High Voice

Awake, sweet love, thou art return’d
Burst forth my tears
Can she excuse my wrongs
Come again sweet love doth now invite
Come away, come sweet love
Come heavy sleep
Dear if you change
Fine knacks for ladies
Flow my tears
Go crystal tears
His golden locks
If my complaints
I saw my lady weep
Mourn day is with darkness fled
My thoughts are wing’d with hope
Now cease my wand’ring eyes
Now o now I needs must part
Rest awhile you cruel cares
Shepherd in a shade
Sleep wayward thoughts
Sorrow stay
Unquiet thoughts
White as lilies was her face
Wilt thou, unkind, thus reave me?
Whoever thinks or hopes of love