All the composers in the world who write their own Folia don’t keep a close account of what they are doing. They mature patiently like the tree that does not haste his sap; they soak up everything and remain confident in the torments of spring, without anxiety that they might not know another spring. And spring comes and a quiet weariness overcomes them, even if they are patient, carefree and calm, as if all eternity lay before them. They can then love their Folia and their solitude; they endure the pain it causes them and succeed in investing the sound of their complaint with beauty.

1. Fons vitae/Dementia praecox angelorum Supra solmamirevt 
2. Extravagans/Laurea minima/In vitro 
3. Oratio pro-folia/Fama volat Citrus - Hesperides 
4. Principalis. Fermescens/Inica exacta Adverso flumine 
5. Parsimonia aristocraciae 
6. Subtilis/De profundis - Extra muros 
7. Vulgaris - Sine populi notione Vagula et blandula 
8. Nordica et desolata/Aurea mediocritas 
9. Nobilissima/Degradans et corruptae 
10. De pastoribus/Mathematica dies irae /Crepuscularis/Sine nomine/Tristis est anima mea/Equites fortis armaturae/Audaces fortuna juvat/Sine praeputium/Ecclesiastica 
11. Theatralis et hipocritae/Ruralis Alter indica perfecta 
12. De Tolerentia aetherea/Fuga ficta et carrus triumphalis