Songs
- whereinDaran Prasaja
- cupDaran Prasaja
- Love’sDaran Prasaja
- of flowres,Daran Prasaja
- QueeneDaran Prasaja
- Eye of the Garden,Daran Prasaja
- for he died.Daran Prasaja
- and passionDaran Prasaja
- prideDaran Prasaja
- His follyDaran Prasaja
- faireDaran Prasaja
- And Beautie’sDaran Prasaja
- young howres,Daran Prasaja
- of the Spring’sDaran Prasaja
- childDaran Prasaja
- Sweet nurse-Daran Prasaja
- first of nectar;Daran Prasaja
- IngenderedDaran Prasaja
- powres,Daran Prasaja
- he nectarDaran Prasaja
- and the spurnsDaran Prasaja
- The insolence of office,Daran Prasaja
- the law’s delay,Daran Prasaja
- The pangs of dispriz’d love,Daran Prasaja
- the proud man’s contumely,Daran Prasaja
- Th’oppressor’s wrong,Daran Prasaja
- whips and scorns of time,Daran Prasaja
- For who would bear theDaran Prasaja
- of so long life.Daran Prasaja
- That makes calamityDaran Prasaja
- the soul doth riseDaran Prasaja
- The thirst that fromDaran Prasaja
- for wine.Daran Prasaja
- And I’ll not lookDaran Prasaja
- but in the cupDaran Prasaja
- Or leave a kissDaran Prasaja
- with mineDaran Prasaja
- And I will pledgeDaran Prasaja
- with thine eyesDaran Prasaja
- Drink to me onlyDaran Prasaja