I care not for these ladies(8)
Author of light, revive my dying spright(4)
Never weather-beaten saile more willing bent to shore(4)
Faine would I wed a faire yong man, that day and night could please mee(4)
Fire, fire, fire, fire loe here I burne(3)
It fell on a sommers daie(3)
A Wedding Maske: Move now with measured sound(3)
Beauty, since you so much desire(3)
Peaceful Westerne Winde(3)
Shall I come sweet love to thee?(3)
Now hath Flora rob'd her bowers(2)
Breake now my heart and dye, Oh no, she may relent(2)
If thou long'st so much to learne what 'tis to love(2)
Sweet exclude me not nor be divided(2)
Oft have I sigh'd for him that heares me not(2)
The sypres curten of the night is spread(2)
Tune thy musicke to thy hart(2)
Wooe her, and win her, he that can(2)
Turne all thy thoughts to eyes(1)
Sing a song of joy(1)
Most sweet and pleasing are thy waes O God(1)
Faire, if you expect admiring(1)
Thou joy'st fond boy, to be by many loved(1)
All lookes be pale, harts cold as stone(1)
O deare that I with thee might live(1)
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Campion, Thomas
