PAGE CALL for the robin red-breast and the wren 182 Come away, thou lady gay 144 Come, come, thou glorious object of my sight 236 Come, follow your leader, follow 173 Come, Fortune's a jade, I care not who tell her 146 Come hither, you that love, and hear me sing 151 Come let the state stay 213 Come list and hark, the bell doth toll 196 Come, my Celia, let us prove 115 Come, my children, let your feet Come, my dainty doxies Come, shepherds, come Come, sleep, and, with thy sweet deceiving Come, thou monarch of the vine Come unto these yellow sands Come will you buy? for I have here Come you whose loves are dead. Comforts lasting, loves encreasing 157 170 129 160 109 98 234 153 210 50 158 251 123 79 87 100 134 149 145 121 203 For Jillian of Berry, she dwells on a hill. From the east to western Ind From the low palace of old father Ocean 187 106 114 For I'll cut my green coat, a foot above my knee 160 153 92 244 Glories, pleasures, pomps, delights and ease. 211 Go, happy heart! for thou shalt lie 137 Golden slumbers kiss your eyes. 180 Good morrow, 'tis Saint Valentine's day 102 Grieve not, fond man, nor let one tear 192 HAIL, beauteous Dian, queen of shades 201 Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings Hot sun, cool fire, tempered with sweet air 63 How blessed are lovers in disguise! 256 How round the world goes, and everything that's in it I feed a flame within, which so torments me 240 If love make me forsworn, how shall I swear to love?. I hate a fop that at his glass sits prinking half the day PAGE 78 78 251 48 108 18 168 43 257 225 223 I tell thee, Charmion, could I time retrieve 254 120 Love is like a lamb, and love is like a lion 165 Love is the sire, dam, nurse, and seed MAISTER Roister Doister will straight go home and die PAGE Melpomene, the muse of tragic songs 59 My Daphne's hair is twisted gold 54 My man Thomas 143 My masters, my friends, and good people, draw near 117 My shag-hair Cyclops, come, let's ply 51 No, no, fair heretic, it needs must be 213 No, no, poor suffering heart, no change endeavour 245 Now the hungry lion roars 84 Now the lusty spring is seen 142 Oh, fair sweet face! oh, eyes celestial bright Oh, sorrow, sorrow, say where dost thou dwell Once on a time, a nightingale O stay, O turn, O pity me O, that joy so soon should waste! O, the month of May, the merry month of May Orpheus I am, come from the deeps below Orpheus with his lute made trees PAGB Poor mortals, that are clogged with earth below QUEEN, and huntress, chaste and fair 112 RISE from the shades below. 126 Roses, their sharp spines being gone 159 Run to love's lottery! run, maids, and rejoice 229 Slow, slow, fresh fount, keep time with my salt tears. 110 115 Spite of his spite, which that in vain. So sweet a kiss the golden sun gives not Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king Stand! who goes there? . Still to be neat, still to be drest TAKE, oh! take those lips away The blushing rose, and purple flower The fire of love in youthful blood The fit's upon me now The fringed vallance of your eyes advance 249 196 The glories of our blood and state 227 The king's most faithful subjects we 248 The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I 99 The poor soul sat singing by a sycamore tree The Tower confines the great The woosel-cock, so black of hue Then is there mirth in heaven |