Wilbye, John
120 scores
120 scores
120 scores
Why dost thou shoot?
Wilbye, John
Despiteful thus unto myself I languish
Wilbye, John
As fair as morn
Wilbye, John
I always beg
Wilbye, John
Yet sweet take heed
Wilbye, John
Of joys and pleasing pains
Wilbye, John
Fly Love aloft
Wilbye, John
Change me O heavens
Wilbye, John
Ah! cannot sighs nor tears
Wilbye, John
Die, hapless man
Wilbye, John
I always beg
Wilbye, John
So light is love
Wilbye, John
Why dost thou shoot?
Wilbye, John
And though my love abounding
Wilbye, John
Cruel behold my heavy ending
Wilbye, John
As Matchless Beauty
Wilbye, John
O God the rock of my whole strength
Wilbye, John
Fly not so swift my dear
Wilbye, John
Oft have I vowed
Wilbye, John
Draw on sweet night
Wilbye, John
Alas! What a wretched life
Wilbye, John
Lady, when I behold the roses (a6)
Wilbye, John
Happy O happy he
Wilbye, John
Happy streams whose trembling fall
Wilbye, John
Draw on sweet night
Wilbye, John
Long have I made these hills and valleys weary
Wilbye, John
The Lady Oriana
Wilbye, John
I sung sometimes
Wilbye, John
Where most my thoughts
Wilbye, John
Adieu, sweet Amaryllis
Wilbye, John