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4 books:
- Captain Pack: I never saw a face till now from Disappointment, or The Mother in Fashion (1684)
- Captain Pack: See how fair Corinna lies from Disappointment, or The Mother in Fashion (1684)
- King: Oh why did e're my thoughts aspire from The Disappointment, or The Mother in Fashion (1684)
- Thomas Farmer: When absent from the nymph I love
- Akeroyde: Hard fate that we have eyes to see
- Grabu: When Lucinda's blooming beauty
- Anonymous: Of my dear Celia's slight depriv'd
- Charles Taylour: To hollow rocks and far-sought plains
- Charles Taylour: A curse on all cares
- Charles Taylour: Believe me Jenny, for I tell you true
- Charles Taylour: A pox of dull mortals
- Draghi: There never was swain so unhappy as I
- Thomas Farmer: Awake, oh Constantine, awake from Constantine the Great (1683)
- Draghi: Twas in a dismal cypress grove
- Akeroyde: Jenny, my blithest maid
- John Roffey: Such icy kisses
- Anonymous: Hark, I hear the echoing nation
- John Roffey: Rebellious fools that scorn to bow
- Purcell: Farewell, all joys
- Draghi: Too high, oh Cupid, cries the swain
- Blow: Shot from Orinda's brighter eyes
- Purcell: Ye happy swains, whose nymphs are kind
- Turner: Tho you may boast you're fairer
- Lenton: Ah Phillis, cast those thoughts away
- Blow: Pleasures by angels unenjoy'd
- Turner: Bright was the morning
- Turner: Ah Phillis, had you never lov'd
- King: Go tell Amintor, gentle swain
- Purcell: My heart, whenever you appear
- Turner: My life and my death
- King: If absent I from Phillis am
- Akeroyde: As May in all her youthful dress
- Akeroyde: Fancelia's heart is still the same
- Blow: Long by disdain has Celia strove
- Lenton: When Celia wept, the heav'ns wept too
- King: Fly from Olinda, young and fair
- Hart: When absent from my fair Corinna
- Hart: Say my heart, what shall I do
- Thomas Farmer: How sweet is the passion of love
- Draghi: The pleasures that I now possess
- Thomas Farmer: Love, love's the dear talk
- Thomas Farmer: Ye virgin pow'rs, defend my heart
- Purcell: Love is now become a trade
- Blow: Why should all things bow to love
- Alexander Damascene: Break Cupid, break thy feeble bow
- Alexander Damascene: How blest is the passion
- Alexander Damascene: If love did make its chief abode
- Blow: The Old Man's Wish
- Petro Reggio: An Address to a kind Lady
- William Gregory: A Pastoral Song upon a Ground
- Snow: What cruel pains Corinna takes
- Blow: All my past life is mine no more
- Draghi: Who can resist my Celia's charms from A Duke and No Duke (1684)
- King: Ah poor Olinda, never boast from A Duke and No Duke (1684)
- Purcell: In vain we dissemble
- Hart: Happy as man in his first innocence
- Draghi: A Dialogue between Damon and Phillis
- Blow: Septimnius and Acme (A Dialogue)
- Hart: A Dialogue betwixt Phillis and Strephon
- Purcell: If grief has any pow'r to kill
- Purcell: Cupid, the slyest rogue alive
- Purcell: When lovely Phillis thou art kind
- Tudway: Come all ye tender nymphs
- Draghi: When first Dorinda, your bright eyes
- Captain Pack: In vain she frowns, in vain she tries
- David Underwood: The poor Endymion lov'd too well
- Thomas Farmer: A Marriage Song (Behold the morn' dawns)
- King: Tune your lute, and raise your voice
- Anonymous (possibly Purcell): Within a solitary grove (Song of Sappho)
- King: When I see my Strephon languish
- Purcell: A Seranading Song (Soft notes, and gently rais'd)
- King: Long have I liv'd from passion free
- Anonymous: Should I once fall in love
- Purcell: A new Catch (Would you know how we meet)
- Purcell: The Rich Rival
- Anonymous: Methinks I see, as well as hear
- John Roffey: Unjust Climena does complain
- David Underwood: When closely embrac'd in the arms of my dear
- Francis Forcer: Ah tell me no more that Olinda's too low
- Blow: Strife, hurry, and noise (that fills the lewd town)
- Anonymous: Within a grove, not far from whence
- Anonymous: Since Sylvia's too so fickle grown
- Purcell: Phillis, talk no more of passion
- Alexander Damascene: Ah tempt me no more
- Akeroyde: Beneath an unfrequented shade
- Anonymous: Love thee till there shall be an end of matter from The Woman Captain (1679)
- Thomas Farmer: Ye pow'rs that rule the world
- John Goodwin: Since my mistress proves cruel
- King: A Dialogue between a Man and a Woman from Sir Courtly Nice (1685)
- Tudway: Phillis, be gentler, I advise
- Purcell: Musing on cares of humane fate
- King: As I gaz'd unaware on a face so fair from Sir Courtly Nice (1685)
- Purcell: A Pastoral Coronation Song (While Thirsis wrapt in downy sleep)
- Hall: A Dialogue betwixt Oliver Cromwell and Charon
- Akeroyde: Hail Albion hail!
- Richard Brown: Long, long had Phillis Strephon lov'd
- Akeroyde: A Serenade Song (Look down, look down fair saint)
- Akeroyde: From drinking of sack by the pottle
- Akeroyde: There is one black and sullen hour
- James Hawkins: Tell me what a thing is love
- James Hawkins: Pride and ambition
- James Hawkins: Your haughty wish, proud swain
- Akeroyde: Liberty's the soul of living from A Commonwealth of Women (1685)
- Akeroyde: Cynthia with an awful power from A Commonwealth of Women (1685)
- Richard Brown: When first I pass'd the happy night
- John Roffey: That I might even dream thus
- Purcell: Come dear companions of th'Arcadian fields
- Akeroyde: The nymph that does expose to sale
- Purcell: Sylvia, 'tis true, 'tis true
- Purcell: I saw fair Cloris all alone
- Alexander Damascene: Whilst Strephon in his pride of youth
- Anonymous: Ah Phillis, why are you less tender
- Akeroyde: Farewell bonny Wully Craig
- Alexander Damascene: Shun a vain pretender's story
- Anonymous: Oh mother, Roger with his kisses
- Akeroyde: Is my Clorinda yet in nature's state
- Humfrey: Oh that I had but a fine man
- Purcell: An Alligory (A grasshopper, and a fly)
- George Hart: While Orpheus in a heavy strain
- George Hart: Th'ambitious eye that seeks alone
- Purcell: Whilst Cynthia sung, all angry winds lay still
- Hart: In a dark shady cypress grove
- King: Why so averse is Laura's mind
- Draghi: How pow'rful is the god of love
- Akeroyde: When my kids and lambs I treated
- John Courtiville: Lovely Laurinda, blame not me
- Akeroyde: There's such religion in my love
- Anonymous: Whilst you court a damn'd vintner from The Devil of a Wife (1686)
- Anonymous: Let the vain consume his store from The Devil of a Wife (1686)
- Hart: Adieu, dear object of my love's excess
- Snow: Ah, cruel beauty, could you prove
- Blow: If mighty wealth, that gives rules to vicious men
- Hart: Celinda would her heart bestow
- King: In courts, ambition kills the great
- Draghi: Where art thou, god of dreams
- King: Why this talking still of dying
- Purcell: When first my Shepherdess and I
- Turner: As in those nations, where they yet
- Akeroyde: Corinna, with innocence, beauty, and wit
- Reading: Your gamester, provok'd by his loss
- King: There is no beauty can compare
- Reading: A Song in Commendation of Claret
- Reading: How lovely's a woman before she's enjoy'd
- Purcell: Oft am I by the women told
- William Aylworth: A Dialogue betwixt Philander and Sylvia
- John Roffey: I lov'd young Phillis, fair and gay
- John Roffey: Ah Strephon that I were but sure
- Snow: When you have broke that tender loyal heart
- Mr. Gore: Tell me, ye gods, why do you prove so cruel
- Snow: Proud Strephon do not think my heart
- Snow: Why should Clansa, young and fair
- Courteville: Long wrestling with an angel's form
- George Hart: In th'evening's dawn, when nymphs and swains
- George Hart: The Whet (Wine, wine in a morning)
- Thomas Hawney: Ah Clorinda can't I move you
- Akeroyde: Dorinda, since your charms decline
- Draghi: Must I ever sigh in vain
- Purcell: How sweet is the air, and refreshing
- Thomas Farmer: I love, but dare not hope to be
- Blow: Return, fair princess of the blooming year
- Thomas Farmer: Under a shade in flow'ry June
- Thomas Farmer: I love, and am belov'd again
- Thomas Farmer: In vain I strive against my fate
- Draghi: When I see my Strephon languish
- Purcell: Fill the bowl with rosy wine
- John Roffey: I yield, I yield, divine Althea
- Hart: The sweet Melina's eyes
- Hart: How oft did love assault young Strephon's breast
- Hart: Fair angry nymph, this pride is lost
- Thomas Farmer: Phillis, I must needs confess
- Blow: A Pastoral Song (Since the spring comes on, and the teaming earth)
- Snow: A Tavern-Club Song (Some wine, boys, some wine)
- Purcell: When first Amintas su'd for a kiss
- Thomas Farmer: No being is exempt from love
- Blow: Fill me a bowl, a mighty bowl
- Alphonso Marsh: Come all ye pale lovers
- John Jackson: I'le sing of hero's, and of kings
- Alexander Damascene: Strephon was young, unus'd to love
- Purcell: Oh Solitude
- Purcell: Cease, anxious world, your fruitless pain
- Purcell: Amidst the shades, and cool refreshing streams
- Blow: How have I serv'd, how just or true
- Blow: A Song on Ingratitude (I little thought, thou fond ungrateful sin)
- Purcell: In some kind dream upon her slumbers steal
- Blow: When I drink, my heart is possest
- Locke: A Dialogue (Thirsis and Dorinda)
- Blow: Go, purjur'd man, and if thou e're return
- Blow: O love, that stronger art than wine from The Luckey Chance (1686)
- Purcell: A Dialogue (Love and Despair)
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