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- At her fair hands
- Beauty sat bathing by a spring
- Blame not my cheeks
- Cease, troubled thoughts
- Cynthia, queen of the seas and lands
- Disdain that so doth fill me
- Do not, o do not prize
- Fly from the world
- Go to bed, sweet muse
- Happy he
- Now have I learned with much ado
- Now let her change
- Oft have I mused
- Shall I look to ease my grief?
- Since first disdain began to rise
- Sweet love, my only treasure
- Sweet, if you like
- There is a garden in her face
- Think’st thou, Kate, to put me down?
- What if I sped?
- When will the fountain of my tears?