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Author: Abraham Cowley (1618-1667)
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 Awake, awake, my Lyre J. Blow: Awake, awake, my Lyre!
Awake, awake, my Lyre! (Awake, awake, my Lyre) - J. Blow
Der Weiberfreund (Noch fand von Evens Töchterscharen) - F. Schubert ENG GER
Here let my life with as much silence slide H. Purcell: If ever I more riches did desire
How delightful's the life of an innocent swain (How delightful's the life of an innocent swain) - H. Purcell
How delightful's the life of an innocent swain H. Purcell: How delightful's the life of an innocent swain
I came, I saw, and was undone (I came, I saw, and was undone) - H. Purcell
I came, I saw, and was undone H. Purcell: I came, I saw, and was undone
I never yet could see that face GER
If ever I more riches did desire (Here let my life with as much silence slide) - H. Purcell
No, to what purpose should I speak H. Purcell: No, to what purpose should I speak?
No, to what purpose should I speak? (No, to what purpose should I speak) - H. Purcell
Noch fand von Evens Töchterscharen ENG GER F. Schubert: Der Weiberfreund
Septimnius and Acme (Whilst on Septimnius's panting breast) - J. Blow
She loves and she confesses, too (She loves and she confesses too) - H. Purcell
She loves and she confesses too H. Purcell: She loves and she confesses, too
The Concealment (No, to what purpose should I speak) H. Purcell: No, to what purpose should I speak?
The Inconstant (I never yet could see that face) GER
The Rich Rival (They say you're angry, and rant mightily) H. Purcell: They say you're angry
They say you're angry (They say you're angry, and rant mightily) - H. Purcell
They say you're angry, and rant mightily H. Purcell: They say you're angry
Whilst on Septimnius's panting breast J. Blow: Septimnius and Acme
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