Wilbye, John
120 scores
120 scores
120 scores
And though my love abounding
Wilbye, John
Cruel behold my heavy ending
Wilbye, John
Of joys and pleasing pains
Wilbye, John
Where most my thoughts
Wilbye, John
Die, hapless man
Wilbye, John
Long have I made these hills and valleys weary
Wilbye, John
Why dost thou shoot?
Wilbye, John
The Lady Oriana
Wilbye, John
Ah! cannot sighs nor tears
Wilbye, John
I am quite tired with my groans
Wilbye, John
So light is love
Wilbye, John
Lady your words do spite me
Wilbye, John
O what shall I do?
Wilbye, John
As Matchless Beauty
Wilbye, John
Draw on sweet night
Wilbye, John
Long have I made these hills and valleys weary
Wilbye, John
Fly Love aloft
Wilbye, John
As fair as morn
Wilbye, John
Lady, when I behold the roses (a6)
Wilbye, John
Love not me for comely grace
Wilbye, John
Sweet love, if thou wilt gain
Wilbye, John
Thus saith my Cloris bright
Wilbye, John
As fair as morn
Wilbye, John
Thou art but young thou say'st
Wilbye, John
I sung sometimes
Wilbye, John
Stay Corydon thou swain
Wilbye, John
Alas! What a wretched life
Wilbye, John
All pleasure is of this condition
Wilbye, John
Change me, O heavens
Wilbye, John
Softly O! drop mine eyes
Wilbye, John