Purcell: Not All My Torments Can Your Pity Move, Z.400

Purcell: Mad Bess of Bedlam ("From Silent Shades And The Elysian Groves"), Z.370

Eccles: Must then a faithful lover go?

Weldon: Reason, what art thou?

Eccles: Take him gently from the pile

Anonymous: Mad Maudlin

Purcell: Don Quixote, Z.578: From rosy bowers

Eccles: Let all be gay

Eccles: Restless in Thought

Eccles: I burn, my brain consumes to ashes

Finger: While I with wounding grief did look