Purcell/Sweeter Than Roses…

If Music Be The Food Of Love

Ah! How Pleasant 'T Is To Love

Nymphs And Sheperds, Come Away

Sweet, Be No Longer Sad

Ther's Not A Swain On The Plain

I Saw That You Were Grown So High

I'll Sail Upon The Dog-Star

I See She Flies Me Ev'rywhere

More Love Or More Disdain I Crave

Sylvia, Now Your Scorn Give Over

Turn Then Thine Eyes

Music For A While

Sweeter Than Roses

Man Is For The Woman Made

Fairest Isle Of Isles Excelling

Now That The Sun Hath Veil'd His Light

Incassum, Lesbia, Incassum Rogas

Lord, What Is Man