| 1 |
Like as the waves make towards the pebble shore |
Robert Hollingworth |
3:00 |
| 2 |
Thou blind fool love |
Robert Hollingworth |
2:58 |
| 3 |
O, never say that I was false of heart |
Robert Hollingworth |
2:44 |
| 4 |
How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st |
Robert Hollingworth |
3:11 |
| 5 |
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? |
Robert Hollingworth |
3:23 |
| 6 |
Against that time - if ever that time come |
Robert Hollingworth |
2:43 |
| 7 |
No longer mourn for me when I am dead |
Robert Hollingworth |
2:41 |
| 8 |
Love is too young to know what conscience is |
Robert Hollingworth |
3:56 |
| 9 |
When I do count the clock that tells the time |
Robert Hollingworth |
4:18 |
| 10 |
Who will believe my verse in time to come |
Robert Hollingworth |
3:27 |
| 11 |
Those lines that I before have writ do lie |
Robert Hollingworth |
3:44 |
