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Come let us sound with melodie the praises |
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Campion, Thomas
Linell, Dorothy
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Tune thy musicke to thy hart |
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Campion, Thomas
Linell, Dorothy
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Come you pretty false-ey'd wanton |
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Campion, Thomas
Linell, Dorothy
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There is none, O none but you |
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Campion, Thomas
Linell, Dorothy
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Sweet exclude me not nor be divided |
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Campion, Thomas
Linell, Dorothy
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I care not for these ladies |
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Campion, Thomas
Linell, Dorothy
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Though you are yoong and I am olde |
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Campion, Thomas
Linell, Dorothy
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Fire, fire, fire, fire loe here I burne |
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Campion, Thomas
Linell, Dorothy
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What then is love but mourning? |
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Campion, Thomas
Linell, Dorothy
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Shall I come sweet love to thee? |
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Campion, Thomas
Linell, Dorothy
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Beauty, since you so much desire: Beauty since you |
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Campion, Thomas
Linell, Dorothy
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What is it that all men possesse, among themselves |
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Campion, Thomas
Linell, Dorothy
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The sypres curten of the night is spread |
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Campion, Thomas
Linell, Dorothy
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Jacke and Jone they thinke no ill |
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Campion, Thomas
Linell, Dorothy
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It fell on a sommers daie |
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Campion, Thomas
Linell, Dorothy
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When to her lute Corrina sings |
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Campion, Thomas
Linell, Dorothy
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My sweetest Lesbia, let us live and love |
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Campion, Thomas
Linell, Dorothy
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Her rosie cheekes, her ever smiling eyes |
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Campion, Thomas
Linell, Dorothy
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Faire, if you expect admiring: Faire if you expect |
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Campion, Thomas
Linell, Dorothy
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There is a garden in her face |
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Campion, Thomas
Linell, Dorothy
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Author of light, revive my dying spright |
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Campion, Thomas
Linell, Dorothy
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Bookes of Ayres, Book 2: Never weather-beaten sail |
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Campion, Thomas
Linell, Dorothy
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Most sweet and pleasing are thy wayes O God |
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Campion, Thomas
Rickards, Steven
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To musicke bent is my retyred minde |
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Campion, Thomas
Linell, Dorothy
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Thou joy#st fond boy, to be by many loved |
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Campion, Thomas
Linell, Dorothy
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Turne all thy thoughts to eyes |
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Campion, Thomas
Rickards, Steven
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Vayle love mine eyes, O hide from me |
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Campion, Thomas
Linell, Dorothy
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Miserere my Maker |
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Campion, Thomas
Linell, Dorothy
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