'Tis holiday
A Morning Hymn
Ah, Belinda! I am prest with torment
Alleluia
But ere we this perform
Dialogue of Corydon and Mopsa
Evening Hymn
Fairest Isle
Fear no danger to ensue
Hark the ech'ing air
How blest are shepherds
I attempt from love's sickness
I spy Celia
I take no pleasure
I'll sail upon the Dog-star
If music be the food of love (1st version)
If music be the food of love (3rd version)
In the black dismal dungeon of despair
Job's Curse
Let sullen discord smile
Lord, what is man
Lost is my quiet
Mad Bess
Man is for the woman made
Music for a while
No, resistance is but vain
Not all my torments
On the brow of Richmond Hill
Pious Celinda
Saul and the Witch at Endor
Shepherd, leave decoying
So when the glittering Queen of Night
Sound fame thy brazen trumpet
Sound the trumpet
Sweeter than roses
Take not a woman's anger ill
The Blessed Virgin's Expostulation
The Queen's Epicedium
There's not a swain of the plain
Thou tun'st this world
Turn then thine eyes
We sing to him
What can we poor females do?
When I am laid in earth
Why should men quarrel?