Good Morning To You Fair And Gracious Daughter
Have I Thought Long To See This Mornings Face
I Scent The Morning Air
I Will Say She Looks As Clear As Morning
If God Send Me No Husband For The Which Blessing
Listen To Many Speak To A Few
Shakespeare Once Said I Cried When I Had No Shoes
Sorrow Breaks Seasons And Reposing Hours
Suit The Action To The Word The Word To The Action
The Cock That Is The Trumpet To The Morn
To Climb Steep Hills Repuires A Slow Pace At First
We Know What We Are But Know Not What We May Be
And I Watered It In Fears Night And Morning With My Tears
But Look The Morn In Russet Mantle Clad
Dost Thou Love Hawking
