Better trust all, and be deceived
Bid me to live, and I will live
Bonnie wee thing, cannie wee thing
Calia, confess, 'tis all in vain
Chicken skin, delicate, white
Choose me your Valentine
Come live with me, and be my love
Come, O come, my life's delight
Cupid and my Campaspe played
Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days
Dear voyager, a lucky star be thine
Down by the sally gardens
Drink to me only with thine eyes
Fair daffodils, we weep to see
Fair maid, had I not heard thy baby cries
Fair the face of orient day
False though she be to me and love
Forty Viziers saw I go
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may
Gentle love, this hour befriend me
Gods, what a sun! I think the world's aglow
Go little book, and wish to all
Go, lovely rose
Hard is the fate of him who loves
Helen, thy beauty is to me
Here end my chains, and thraldom cease
Her hair, the net of golden wire
He that loves a rosy cheek
How blest has my time been, what days have I known,
I asked my fair, one happy day
I dare not ask a kiss
If the quick spirits in your eye
If you become a nun, dear
I lately vowed, but 'twas in haste
I leant upon a coppice gate
I loved her for that she was beautiful
"In tea-cup times!" The style of dress
I pr'y thee send me back my heart
I see her in the dewy flowers
I saw, I saw the lovely child
I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless
It is buried and done with
It was not in the winter
I will confess with cheerfulness
I will make your brooches and toys for your delight