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Title |
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Time |
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Info |
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1 |
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Come Let us sound with melody |
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2:52 |
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2 |
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Tune thy Musicke to thy hart |
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1:38 |
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3 |
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Come you pretty false-ey'd wanton |
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1:40 |
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4 |
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There is none, O none but you |
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2:09 |
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5 |
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Sweet exclude mee not |
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3:16 |
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6 |
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I care not for these Ladies |
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2:35 |
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7 |
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Thougth you are yoong and I am olde |
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3:08 |
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8 |
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Fire, fire, fire, fire! |
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1:59 |
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9 |
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What then is love but mourning? (Music: Philip Rosseter) |
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2:45 |
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10 |
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Shall I come, sweet love, to thee? |
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2:30 |
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11 |
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Beauty, since you so much desire |
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1:46 |
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12 |
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What is it all that men possess? |
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1:45 |
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13 |
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The Sypres curten of thr night |
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5:19 |
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14 |
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Jacke and Jone they think no ill |
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2:33 |
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15 |
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It fell on a sommers daie |
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2:39 |
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16 |
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When to her lute Corrina sings |
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1:47 |
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17 |
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My sweetest Lesbia |
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4:42 |
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18 |
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Her rosie cheekes, her ever smiling eyes |
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2:29 |
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19 |
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Faire, if you expect admiring |
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1:19 |
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20 |
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There is a Garden in her face |
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2:44 |
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21 |
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Author of light |
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2:59 |
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22 |
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Never weather-beaten Saile |
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2:15 |
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23 |
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Most sweet and pleasing are thy wayes |
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2:43 |
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24 |
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To musicke bent is my retyred minde |
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2:26 |
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25 |
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Thou joy'st, fond boy |
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2:02 |
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26 |
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Turne all thy thoughts to eyes |
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1:32 |
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27 |
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Vaile, love mine eyes |
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7:31 |
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28 |
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Miserere my Maker (Anon.) |
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5:17 |
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Total time |
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72:52 |
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