An Elizabethan song book: lute songs, madrigals and rounds

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 --

Two lovers sat lamenting / William Corkine --

Tyme cruell tyme / John Danyel --

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 --

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