Enthält:
Open the dore
Resolv'd to love
Ah, were she pittifull
Disdaine, that so doth fill mee
O pretious time
Can I mayde that is well bred
O I doe love
Since just disdaine began to rise
At her faire hands
Now Robin, laugh and sing
Hey the horne
Upon my lap my soveraigne sits
Locke up, faire lids
Love here no more
Come, pretty wag, and sing
Then with reports
Pretty wantons, sweetly sing
Sing, love is blind
What need the morning rise?
Gaze not on youth
I onely seeke to please mine eye
The spring of joy is dry
Is not that my fancie's queene?
See, O see who is heere come a-maying