Have you seen but the bright lily grow Woods, rocks and mountains With endless teares Come hither you that love Copme, heavy sleep Almain The Prince's Almain Mark how the blushful morn I wish no more No more shall meads be deck'd with flowers Almain Almain Courante Volte Ariadne's Lament Cupid once, when weary grown Oh! That I had but a fine man O Love, if e'er thou'lt ease a heart How severe is forgetful old age If grief has any pow'r When first Amintas sued for a kiss Music for a while Farewll, all joys!