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From The first book of songs (1597, 1600, 1603, 1606, 1613). Unquiet thoughts |
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Whoever thinks of hopes of love |
Fulke Greville |
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My thoughts are wing'd with hopes |
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If my complaints |
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Can she excuse |
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Now, oh now I needs must part |
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Dear, if you change |
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Burst forth, my tears |
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Go, crystal tears |
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Think'st thou then by thy feigning |
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Come away, come, sweet love |
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Rest awhile, you cruel cares |
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Sleep, wayward thoughts |
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All ye whom love or fortune |
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Wilt thou, unkind, thus reave me |
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Would my conceit |
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Come again |
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His golden locks |
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Awake, sweet love |
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Come, heavy sleep |
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Away with these self-loving lads |
Fulke Greville |
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from The second book of songs (1600). Praise blindness, eyes |
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O sweet woods |
refrain by Phillip Sidney |
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If floods of tears |
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Fine knacks for ladies |
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Now cease, my wand'ring eyes |
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Come, ye heavy states of night |
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White as lilies |
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Woeful heart |
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A shepherd in a shade |
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Faction that ever dwells |
Fulke Greville |
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Shall I sue |
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Toss not my soul |
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Clear or cloudy |
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Humour, say : a dialogue |
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From The third book of songs (1603). Me, me and none but me |
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When Phoebus first |
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Say, love |
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Flow not so fast |
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What if I never speed |
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Love stood amaz'd |
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Lend your ears |
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By a fountain |
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Oh what hath overwrought |
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Farewell, unkind |
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Weep you no more |
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Fie on this feigning |
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I must complain |
Thomas Campion |
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It was a time |
Robert, Earl of Essex? |
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The lowest trees have tops |
Edward Dyer? |
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What poor astronomers |
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Come when I call : dialogue |
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From a Pilgrim's solace (1612). Disdain me still |
William, Earl of Pembroke? |
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Sweet, stay awhile |
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To ask for all thy love |
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Love, those beams that breed |
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Shall I strive with words to move |
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Were every thought an eye |
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Stay, time, awhile thy flying |
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Tell me, true love |
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In this trembling shadow cast |
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If that sinner's sighs |
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Thou mightly God |
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Where sin sore wounding |
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My heart and tongue were twins |
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From The first book of songs (1597, 1600, 1603, 1606, 1613). Unquiet thoughts |
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Whoever thinks of hopes of love |
Fulke Greville |
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My thoughts are wing'd with hopes |
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