- Eueri moment ich am aweye
- Ich herde a swete song syngyng
- In morwe
- Madame, thogh fer fro me thow art
- My swete loue
- Nou cometh winter ryghte anon
- Nou goth to reste the starre of morne
- Of my sinnes I care ne more
- Shynyng bryghtely as the sone
- Whan yonge, my lyf was long in sinne
- Whilom was Ich cheerful and whoole
- Wolde that I ner ne coude singe