Besides a fountain

O no, thou dost but flout me

I saw my lady weeping

Come, lovers, follow me

Cease mine eyes

O fly not, O take some pity

Say dear, will you not have me?

Die now, my heart

Why sit I here complaining

Nolo mortem peccatoris

Mistress mine, well may you fare

Now is the month of Maying

Lady, why grieve you still me

My bonny lass she smileth

Thirsis, let pity move thee

Go ye, my canzonets

Lady, those eyes

O mistress mine

Sing we and chant it

When lo by break of morning

Good morrow, fair ladies of the May

Now must I die recureless

O thou that art so cruel

What if my mistress now

Can I forget what Reason’s force

Arise, get up my dear

In ev’ry place

With my love my life was nestled

Will you buy a fine dog?

Deep lamenting

Whither away so fast?

It was a lover and his lass

Who is it that this dark night

White as lilies was her face

Doe you not know

MIraculous love’s wounding

Do you not know?

Sport we my lovely treasure

Absence, hear thou my protestation

In nets of golden wires

Sleep, slumb’ring eyes

Hold out my heart

The fields abroad

O mistress mine

Love winged my hopes

Come, Sorrow, come

O sweet alas what say you

Hard by a crystal fountain

Help I fall

Joy, joy doth so arise