Wilbye, John
121 noten
121 Noten
121 Noten
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
Oft have I vowed
Wilbye, John
Adieu, sweet Amaryllis
Wilbye, John
Come, Shepherd swains
Wilbye, John
Draw on, sweet night
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