Wilbye, John
120 scores
120 scores
120 scores
Why dost thou shoot?
Wilbye, John
Ye restless thoughts
Wilbye, John
Happy streams whose trembling fall
Wilbye, John
Down in a valley as Alexis trips
Wilbye, John
There is a jewel
Wilbye, John
Draw on sweet night
Wilbye, John
Adieu, sweet Amaryllis
Wilbye, John
And though my love abounding
Wilbye, John
Away, thou shalt not love me
Wilbye, John
Down in a valley as Alexis trips
Wilbye, John
Draw on, sweet night
Wilbye, John
Sweet honey-sucking bees
Wilbye, John
O wretched man! why lov'st thou earthly life
Wilbye, John
Happy O happy he
Wilbye, John
Alas! What a wretched life
Wilbye, John
There where I saw her lovely beauty painted
Wilbye, John
Fly not so swift my dear
Wilbye, John
My throat is sore
Wilbye, John
There is a jewel
Wilbye, John
When shall my wretched life
Wilbye, John
Where most my thoughts
Wilbye, John
O God the rock of my whole strength
Wilbye, John
Oft have I vowed
Wilbye, John
Alas, what hope of speeding
Wilbye, John
Fly Love aloft
Wilbye, John
Happy, Oh happy he
Wilbye, John
I sung sometimes
Wilbye, John
Weep, O mine eyes
Wilbye, John
Alas what hope of speeding
Wilbye, John
A silly sylvan, kissing heav'n-born fire
Wilbye, John