Matches in Harvard for { ?s ?p Songs of three parts: Love is the fire. My mistress after service due. One woman scarce of twenty. If I seek to enjoy. Pleasure is a wanton thing. Sweet, those trammels of your hair.-Songs of four parts: Love not, poor bloom. The nightingale in silent night. O what is she? See forth her eyes. When to the gloomy woods. If floods of tears.-Songs of five parts: Have I found her? Down the hills Corinna trips. Camills fair tripped o'er the plain. Sadness, sit down. Life of my life. I heard a noise. With bitter sighs. Why do I, dying live? In depth of grief. All the day I waste. Why dost thou fly? Come, Sorrow, help me to lament.-Songs of six parts: Cupid in a bed of roses. Cytherea smiling said. Her hair the net of golden wire. Fond love is blind. Ah, Cupid, grant. She with a cruel frown.. }
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- catalog description "Songs of three parts: Love is the fire. My mistress after service due. One woman scarce of twenty. If I seek to enjoy. Pleasure is a wanton thing. Sweet, those trammels of your hair.-Songs of four parts: Love not, poor bloom. The nightingale in silent night. O what is she? See forth her eyes. When to the gloomy woods. If floods of tears.-Songs of five parts: Have I found her? Down the hills Corinna trips. Camills fair tripped o'er the plain. Sadness, sit down. Life of my life. I heard a noise. With bitter sighs. Why do I, dying live? In depth of grief. All the day I waste. Why dost thou fly? Come, Sorrow, help me to lament.-Songs of six parts: Cupid in a bed of roses. Cytherea smiling said. Her hair the net of golden wire. Fond love is blind. Ah, Cupid, grant. She with a cruel frown.".
- catalog tableOfContents "Songs of three parts: Love is the fire. My mistress after service due. One woman scarce of twenty. If I seek to enjoy. Pleasure is a wanton thing. Sweet, those trammels of your hair.-Songs of four parts: Love not, poor bloom. The nightingale in silent night. O what is she? See forth her eyes. When to the gloomy woods. If floods of tears.-Songs of five parts: Have I found her? Down the hills Corinna trips. Camills fair tripped o'er the plain. Sadness, sit down. Life of my life. I heard a noise. With bitter sighs. Why do I, dying live? In depth of grief. All the day I waste. Why dost thou fly? Come, Sorrow, help me to lament.-Songs of six parts: Cupid in a bed of roses. Cytherea smiling said. Her hair the net of golden wire. Fond love is blind. Ah, Cupid, grant. She with a cruel frown.".