| Philomela |
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| Once as I dyd contemplate with myn Eyes |
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| Iff all my thoughtes were open unto yow |
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| Didos true Complainte |
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| If under your fair looks so sweete in shewe |
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| Sonnett |
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| To frame a sadd discourse of languysshinge desyre |
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| Restore agayne that colloure to the golde |
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| Full lytle knowes my deare and sweeteste frynde |
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| Wheare hap or harme shall me betyd |
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