I-Fair ladies that to love captived are, II-Mongst thousands...

What is our life

Fair is the rose, yet fades with heat or cold

Daintly fine bird

Now each flowery bank of May

Lais now old, that erst attempting lass

I-How art thou thral'd, II- Farewell all joys

The Silver Swan

I-Nay let me weep, II-Ne'er let the sun with his deceiving light, III-Yet if that age had frosted over his head

Ah, dear heart why do you rise?