Purcell: Ah! How Sweet it is to Love
Eccles: Stay, Ah turn
Eccles: Love is an empty, airy name
Purcell: I Sigh'd and owned my Love
Clarke: Celia is soft
Eccles: If I hear Orinda Swear
Clarke: Long has Pastora rul'd the Plain
Purcell: Sweeter than Roses
Purcell: Suite in D minor, I. Almand
Purcell: Suite in D minor, II. Corant
Purcell: Suite in D minor, III. Hornpipe
Eccles: E'er since you came in to my Sight
Eccles: My Love has an inconstant Mind
Eccles: I'll hurry the Hence
Eccles: I burn, my Brain consumes to Ashes
Purcell: Whilst I with Grief did on you look
Purcell: Oh ! how you protest
Purcell: 'Twas within a Furlong of Edinborough town
Purcell: Man is for the Woman made
Clarke: So sweets the charms of Love
Clarke: Suite in F minor I. Aire
Clarke: Suite in F minor, II. Gavott
Clarke: Suite in F minor, III. Hornpipe
Clarke: Suite in F minor IV. A Farewell
Purcell: Ah me ! to many deaths decreed
Clarke: Alas, here lies the poor Alonzo Slain
Purcell: Oh ! lead me to some peaceful Gloom
Clarke: Divine Astrea hither flew
Clarke: Lord, what's come to my mother
Clarke: I'se no more Shady Coverts
Purcell: Lads and Lasses, blith and gay
Clarke: Jockey was a dawdy Lad
Clarke: The Bonny grey Ey'd Morn
Clarke: Jockey was as brisk and blith a Lad