Wilbye, John
121 scores
121 scores
121 scores
Fly Love aloft
Wilbye, John
Draw on sweet night
Wilbye, John
Alas! What a wretched life
Wilbye, John
Lady, when I behold the roses (a6)
Wilbye, John
Down in a valley as Alexis trips
Wilbye, John
All pleasure is of this condition
Wilbye, John
And though my love abounding
Wilbye, John
Change me, O heavens
Wilbye, John
Down in a valley as Alexis trips
Wilbye, John
I sung sometimes
Wilbye, John
Love not me for comely grace
Wilbye, John
My throat is sore
Wilbye, John
Sweet honey-sucking bees
Wilbye, John
Why dost thou shoot?
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
Adieu, sweet Amaryllis
Wilbye, John
Come, Shepherd swains
Wilbye, John
Draw on, sweet night
Wilbye, John
Oft have I vowed
Wilbye, John
Away, thou shalt not love me
Wilbye, John
Despiteful thus unto myself, I languish
Wilbye, John
Fly Love aloft
Wilbye, John
Hard destinies are love and beauty parted
Wilbye, John
When shall my wretched life
Wilbye, John
A silly sylvan, kissing heav'n-born fire
Wilbye, John
Happy, Oh happy he
Wilbye, John
There is a jewel
Wilbye, John
Where most my thoughts
Wilbye, John