Morley, Thomas
337 noten
337 Noten
337 Noten
Now is the Month of Maying
Morley, Thomas
Lady those eyes
Morley, Thomas
The fields abroad
Morley, Thomas
Mistress mine well may you fare
Morley, Thomas
Now is the Month of Maying
Morley, Thomas
On a fair morning
Morley, Thomas
This Love is but a wanton fit
Morley, Thomas
Fair in a morn
Morley, Thomas
Phillis I fain would die now
Morley, Thomas
Will you buy a fine dog?
Morley, Thomas
It was a lover and his lass
Morley, Thomas
O sleep fond fancy
Morley, Thomas
A painted tale
Morley, Thomas
I should for grief and anguish
Morley, Thomas
Love learns by laughing
Morley, Thomas
Mistress mine, well may you fare
Morley, Thomas
Leave now, mine eyes
Morley, Thomas
Love winged my hopes
Morley, Thomas
Cease mine eyes
Morley, Thomas
Though Philomena Lost Her Love
Morley, Thomas
Can I forget what Reason's force
Morley, Thomas
Go ye, my canzonets
Morley, Thomas
Now must I die recureless
Morley, Thomas
Sport we my lovely treasure
Morley, Thomas
Good morrow fair ladies of the May
Morley, Thomas
Still it frieth
Morley, Thomas
Absence, hear thou my protestation
Morley, Thomas
Sweet nymph, come to thy lover
Morley, Thomas
You black bright stars
Morley, Thomas
I saw my lady weeping
Morley, Thomas