English Lute Songs. Book 1

Contents

• Anonymous: As at noon Dulcina rested
• Anonymous: Sweet, stay awhile!
• John Attey: On a time the amorous Silvy
• John Bartlet: A pretty duck there was
• John Bartlet: O Lord, thy faithfulness
• John Bartlet: What thing is love?
• John Bartlet: When from my love
• Thomas Campion: A secret love or two
• Thomas Campion: Author of light
• Thomas Campion: Beauty, since you so much desire
• Thomas Campion: Come you pretty false-eyed wanton
• Thomas Campion: Follow thy fair sun
• Thomas Campion: Follow your saint
• Thomas Campion: I must complain
• Thomas Campion: If love loves truth
• Thomas Campion: If thou long’st so much
• Thomas Campion: It fell on a summer’s day
• Thomas Campion: Love me or not
• Thomas Campion: My sweetest Lesbia
• Thomas Campion: Never love unless you can
• Thomas Campion: O what unhoped for sweet supply!
• Thomas Campion: Oft have I sigh’d
• Thomas Campion: The cypress curtain of the night
• Thomas Campion: The peaceful western wind
• Thomas Campion: There is a garden in her face
• Thomas Campion: Vain men, whose follies
• Thomas Campion: Veil, love, mine eyes
• Thomas Campion: When to her lute Corinna sings
• Thomas Campion: Your fair looks
• Michael Cavendish: Love is not blind
• Michael Cavendish: Stay, Glycia, stay!
• Michael Cavendish: The heart to rue
• Michael Cavendish: Wanton, come hither!
• William Corkine: He that hath no mistress
• William Corkine: Sweet Cupid
• William Corkine: Sweet, let me go!
• John Danyel: Dost thou withdraw thy grace?
• John Danyel: I die whenas I do not see
• John Danyel: Like as the lute delights
• John Danyel: Why canst thou not?
• Alfonso Ferrabosco Ii: Drown not with tears
• Alfonso Ferrabosco Ii: Fain I would
• Alfonso Ferrabosco Ii: Like hermit poor
• Alfonso Ferrabosco Ii: Unconstant love
• Alfonso Ferrabosco Ii: Young and simple though I am
• Thomas Ford: Fair sweet cruel
• Thomas Ford: Not full twelve years
• Thomas Ford: Now I see thy looks were feigned
• Thomas Ford: Since first I saw your face
• Thomas Ford: Unto the temple of thy beauty
• Richard Greaves: Ye bubbling springs
• Robert Johnson: Dear do not your fair beauty wrong