[Maidens kilt your skirts and go]
[My heart is like a singing bird]
[My little pretty one]
[My Phyllis hath the morning sun]
[My true love hath my heart and I have his]
[Name the leaves on all the trees]
[Night and the down by the sea]
[No more blind god! for see, my heart]
[No show of bolts and bars]
[Now fie on foolish love, it not befits]
[Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white]
[O fairest of the rural maids!]
[O mark yon Rose-tree! When the West]
[O, Mistress mine, where are you roaming]
[O, to be in England]
[Oh thou that from the green vales of the West]
[Oh, what a plague is love!]
[On a starr'd night. Prince Lucifer uprose]
[Once did my thoughts both ebb and flow]
[Out upon it, I have loved]
[Over the mountains]
[Remember me when I am gone away]
[Say, mighty love, and teach my song]
[Send home my long stray'd eyes to me]
[Shall I, wasting in despaire]
[She can be as wise as we]
[She is not fair to outward view]
[She's somewhere in the sunlight strong]
[She was not as pretty as women I know]
[Stone walls do not a prison make]
[Sweet are the thoughts that savour of content]
[Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind]
[The air which thy smooth voice doth break]
[The bee to the heather]
[The clouds, which rise with thunder, slake]
[The lark above our heads doth know]
[The lark now leaves his wat'ry nest]
[The Maid I love ne'er thought of me]
[The yellow moon is a dancing phantom]
[The young moon is white]
[There be none of beauty's daughters]
[There is a garden where lilies]
[There is no friend like an old friend]
[Though cruel fate should bid us part]
[Thou hast beauty bright and fair]
[Thrice toss these oaken ashes in the air]
['Tis not your beauty can engage]
[Traverse not the globe for lore!]
[Trust thou thy Love: if she be proud, is she not sweet?]
[Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward]
[Unless with my Amanda blest]
[Venus whipt Cupid t'other day]
[Were the gray clouds not made]
[What care I tho' beauty fading]
[What shall I send my love today]
[When Delia on the plain appears]
[When love, with unconfined wings]
[When you are old and gray and full of sleep]
[Why should not the wattle do?]
[Why so pale and wan, fond lover?]
[Woman's faith, and woman's trust—]