Composer | Madrigal |
Thomas Bateson | Those sweet delightful lilies |
John Bennet | All creatures now |
John Bennet | Weep, O mine eyes |
William Byrd | Lullaby, my sweet little baby |
William Byrd | This sweet and merry month of May |
William Byrd | Though Amaryllis dance |
Michael Cavendish | Come, gentle swains |
Michael East | Poor is the life |
Michael East | Quick, quick, away, dispatch! |
Michael East | (*No haste, but good!) |
John Farmer | Fair nymphs, I heard one telling |
John Farmer | Fair Phyllis I saw |
Giles Farnaby | Consture my meaning |
Orlando Gibbons | Ah, dear heart |
Orlando Gibbons | Dainty fine bird |
Orlando Gibbons | Oh that the learned poets |
Orlando Gibbons | The Silver Swan |
Orlando Gibbons | Trust not too much, fair youth |
Orlando Gibbons | What is our life? |
Thomas Greaves | Come away sweet love |
George Kirbye | See what a maze of error |
Thomas Morley | April is in my mistress' face |
Thomas Morley | Fyer, fyer! |
Thomas Morley | Hard by a crystal fountain |
Thomas Morley | I love, alas, I love thee |
Thomas Morley | Leave, alas, this tormenting |
Thomas Morley | My bonny lass she smileth |
Thomas Morley | Now is the month of maying |
Thomas Morley | Sing we and chant it |
Thomas Morley | Though Philomela lost her love |
Thomas Morley | Whither away so fast |
Robert Ramsey | Sleep, fleshly birth |
Thomas Tomkins | Adieu, ye city-prisoning towers |
Thomas Tomkins | Music divine |
Thomas Tomkins | Oh yes, has any found a lad? |
Thomas Tomkins | See, see the shepherds' queen |
Thomas Tomkins | Too much I once lamented |
Thomas Vautor | Mother, I will have a husband |
Thomas Vautor | Sweet Suffolk owl |
John Ward | Come sable night |
John Ward | Out from the vale |
Thomas Weelkes | As Vesta was |
Thomas Weelkes | Come, sirrah Jack, ho! |
Thomas Weelkes | Hark, all ye lovely saints |
Thomas Weelkes | O care, thou wilt despatch me |
Thomas Weelkes | (*Hence care, thou art too cruel) |
Thomas Weelkes | Since Robin Hood |
Thomas Weelkes | Sing we at pleasure |
Thomas Weelkes | Strike it up, tabor |
Thomas Weelkes | Thule, the period of cosmography |
Thomas Weelkes | (*The Andalusian merchant) |
Thomas Weelkes | Thus sings my dearest jewel |
John Wilbye | Adieu, sweet Amaryllis |
John Wilbye | Draw on, sweet night |
John Wilbye | Flora gave me fairest flowers |
John Wilbye | Lady, when I behold |
John Wilbye | O what shall I do |
John Wilbye | Sweet honey-sucking bees |
John Wilbye | (*Yet, sweet, take heed) |
John Wilbye | Weep, weep, mine eyes |