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We Three Kings of Orient Are
Mark Phillips
When to Her Lute Corrina Sings
When Thou Must Home
What Harvest Half So Sweet Is
Thrice Toss These Oaken Ashes
Though You Are Young
Now Let Her Change and Spare Not
Never Weather-Beaten Sail
Follow Your Saint
Follow Thy Fair Sun
Blame Not My Cheeks
Beauty, Since You So Much Desire
What Is Beauty but a Breath
What Is a Day?
Time, Cruel Time
Since First I Saw Your Face
Rest, Sweet Nymphs
Go to Bed, Sweet Muse
Every Bush New Springing
Come, My Celia
