Inhalt:
AH HOW SWEET IT IS TO LOVE

FAIREST ISLE

HEARS NOT MY PHILLIS HOW THE BIRDS

IF MUSIC BE THE FOOD OF LOVE

I SEE SHE FLIES ME

NYMPHS AND SHEPHERDS COME AWAY

WITH SICK AND FAMISH'D EYES
O SOLITUDE
PIOUS CELINDA GOES TO PRAY'RS
RETIR'D FROM MORTALS' SIGHT
TELL ME SOME PITYING ANGEL
THE FATAL HOUR COMES ON APACE
WHEN I HAVE OFTEN HEARD YOUNG MAIDS.
ROBERTS, TIMOTHY, ED