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Beauty, since you so much desire: Beauty since you so much desire
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Dorothy Linell
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Steven Rickards
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01:45 |
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Thou joy'st fond boy, to be by many loved: Thou joy'st fond boy, to be by many loved
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Dorothy Linell
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Steven Rickards
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02:01 |
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Fire, fire, fire, fire loe here I burne
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Dorothy Linell
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Steven Rickards
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01:58 |
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Come let us sound with melodie the praises
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Dorothy Linell
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Steven Rickards
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02:51 |
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It fell on a sommers daie
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Dorothy Linell
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Steven Rickards
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02:38 |
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Bookes of Ayres, Book 2*: Never weather-beaten saile more willing bent to shore
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Dorothy Linell
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Steven Rickards
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02:14 |
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Miserere, my Maker: Miserere my Maker
Anonymous
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Dorothy Linell
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Steven Rickards
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05:16 |
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Come you pretty false-ey'd wanton
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Dorothy Linell
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Steven Rickards
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01:39 |
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Shall I come, sweet love, to thee?: Shall I come sweet love to thee?
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Dorothy Linell
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Steven Rickards
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02:29 |
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To musicke bent is my retyred minde
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Dorothy Linell
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Steven Rickards
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02:25 |
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I care not for these ladies (道兰：我不在乎对于这些女士)
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Dorothy Linell
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Steven Rickards
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02:34 |
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What then is love but mourning?
Music: Philip Rosseter
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Dorothy Linell
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Steven Rickards
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02:44 |
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Her rosie cheekes, her ever smiling eyes
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Dorothy Linell
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Steven Rickards
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02:28 |
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Turne all thy thoughts to eyes
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Dorothy Linell
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Steven Rickards
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01:31 |
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The sypres curten of the night is spread
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Dorothy Linell
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Steven Rickards
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05:18 |
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Faire if you expect admiring
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Dorothy Linell
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Steven Rickards
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01:18 |
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Vayle love mine eyes, O hide from me
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Dorothy Linell
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Steven Rickards
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02:13 |
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Though you are yoong and I am olde
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Dorothy Linell
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Steven Rickards
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03:07 |
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Most sweet and pleasing are thy wayes O God
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Dorothy Linell
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Steven Rickards
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02:42 |
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My sweetest Lesbia, let us live and love
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Steven Rickards
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Dorothy Linell
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04:41 |
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Sweet exclude mee not: Sweet exclude me not nor be divided
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Dorothy Linell
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Steven Rickards
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03:15 |
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What is it that all men possesse, among themselves conversing?
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Dorothy Linell
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Steven Rickards
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01:44 |
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Jacke and Jone they think no ill: Jacke and Jone they thinke no ill
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Dorothy Linell
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Steven Rickards
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02:32 |
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There is a garden in her face
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Dorothy Linell
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Steven Rickards
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02:43 |
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Bookes of Ayres, Book 1: Author of light, revive my dying spright: Author of light, revive my dying spright
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Dorothy Linell
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Steven Rickards
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02:58 |
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There is none, O none but you
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Steven Rickards
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Dorothy Linell
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02:08 |
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Tune thy musicke to thy hart
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Dorothy Linell
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Steven Rickards
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01:37 |
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When to her lute Corinna sings: When to her lute Corrina sings
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Dorothy Linell
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Steven Rickards
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01:46 |
