10Wither are all her false oaths blown ?
1112No more shall meads be deck’d with flowers
1314When thou, poor excommunicate
15Sleep soft, you cold clay cinders
16Out upon it, I have lov’d
171819Sweet stay awhile, why do you rise ?
20O tell me love ! O tell me fate !
21Division on John come kiss me now
22Wert thou yet fairer than thou art
23Why so pale and wan, fond lover ?
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