| Anmerkungen | Musikalische Besetzung: Für Gesang und Klavier, z.T. mehrstimmig ohne Klavier
Text in altem engl.
Enthält: Sweet was the song / John Attey. - If ever haples woman. Of all the birds. Whither runeth my sweethart / John Bartlet. - I care not for those ladies. Followe thy faire sunne. Turne backe you wanton flyer. Follow your Saint. Faire, if you expect admiring. Harke al you ladies. When thou must home. Never weather - beaten saile. Jacke and Jone. All lookes be pale. What harvest halfe so sweet is. Though your strangenesse frets my hart. Kinde are her answeres. Breake now my heart and dye. Now winter nights enlarge. If thou longst so much to learne. Thrice tosse these oaken ashes. Fire, fire. Silly boy, 'tis ful moone. So quicke, so hot, so mad. To his sweet lute. Think'st thou to seduce me then / Thomas Campian. - Wandring in this place. Down in a valley. Everie bush now springing / Michael Cavendish. - (cont.) Two lovers sat lamenting / William Corkine. - Tyme cruell tyme / John Danyel
Enthält: Who ever thinks or hopes. If my complaints. Can shee excuse my wrongs. Dear, if you change. Go christall teares. His golden locks time hath to silver turnde. Come away, come sweet love. Away with these selfe loving lads. Come heavy sleepe. I saw my lady weepe. Flow my teares. Fine knacks for ladies. O sweet woods. In darkness let mee dwell. Weepe you no more. The lowest trees have tops / John Dowland. - Come my Celia. So, so, leave off this last lamenting kisse . So beautie on the waters stood / Alfonso Ferrabosco. - What then is love. Since first I saw your face. There is a ladie sweet and kind / Thomas Ford. - What is beauty but a breath / Thomas Greaves. - Tobacco is like love. Fain would I change that note / Tobias Hume
Enthält: (cont.) When love on time and measure makes his ground. Dreames and imaginations. Now what is love. Beauty sate bathing. Goe to bed sweete muze. Love is a bable. What if I sped. Sweet if you like and love me stil. Sweete Kate. Will saide to his mammy. In Sherwood livde stout Robin Hood. Ite caldi sospiri. There was a wyly ladde / Robert Jones. - Misteresse mine. It was a lover and his lasse. Faire in a morne / Thomas Morley. - Now peep, boe peep. Rest sweet nimphs / Francis Pilkington. - When Laura smiles / Philip Rosseter. - Hey ho, to the greenwood. Jolly shepherd. Now God be with old Simeon. Musing. To Portsmith. Sing we now merrily. O lusty May / David Melvill. - Doe you not know / Thomas Morley. - Adew sweet Amarillis / John Wilbye |
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