What A Deformed Thief This Fashion Is.

Oh Why Rebuke You Him That Loves You So? / Lay Breath So Bitter On Your Bitter Foe.

Receive What Cheer You May. The Night Is Long That Never Finds The Day.

I Am Not Only Witty In Myself, But The Cause That Wit Is In Other Men.

Opinion Crowns With An Imperial Voice.

I Love A Ballad But Even Too Well If It Be Doleful Matter Merrily Set Down, Or A Very Pleasant Thing Indeed And Sung Lamentably.