Tyrannic Love, Z.613: Ah! how sweet it is to love
Not all my torments can your pity move, Z.400
Stripp'd of their green, Z.444
Tell me, some pitying Angel, Z.196
If Music Be the Food of Love, Z. 379
The Fairy Queen, Z.629: Hark! the echoing air
The fatal hour comes on apace, Z.421
Pausanias, Z.585: Sweeter than roses
Cupid, the slyest rogue alive, Z.367
From silent shades, Z.370
The Tempest, Z.631: Dear pretty youth
Now that the sun hath veiled his light, Z. 193
Sophonisba, Z.590: Beneath a poplar's shadow
I attempt from love's sickness to fly, Z. 630
King Arthur, Z. 628: Fairest isle
Nymphs and Shepherds, Z.600
Amidst the shades and cool refreshing streams, Z.355
Love in their little veins inspires, Z.632
Fly swift, ye hours, Z.369
The Indian Queen, Z.629: They tell us that your mighty powers
The Plaint: O let me weep, Z.629
In the black, dismal dungeon of despair, Z.190
See, even Night herself is here, Z.629
The Indian Queen, Z.630: Why should men quarrel?
The Indian Queen, Z.630: Seek not to know
