Would my conceit that first enforst my woe

1 Awake, sweet love, thou art returned
2 Thinkst thou then by thy fayning?
3 Can she excuse my wrongs with vertues cloake
4 Goe crystall teares
5 Come Heavy Sleepe
6 His golden locks time has to silver turnd
7 If My Complaints Could Passions Move
8 All ye whom love or fortune hath betrayed
9 Who ever thinkes or hopes of love for love
10 Sleep wayward thioughts
11 Deare, if you change, ile never chuse againe
12 Would my conceit that first enforst my woe
13 Wilt thou, unkind, thus reave me of my heart?
14 Burst forth, my teares
15 Rest a while you cruell cares