English Madrigals

Now is the month of Maying

Farewell, disdainful

No, no Nigella

Why should I grieve?

Sweet Phyllida

Phyllis, now cease to move me

Too much I once lamented

Those sweet delightful lilies

Phyllis, farewell

Come to me grief, forever

Come, woeful Orpheus

Fair Phyllis I saw

Weep, weep, mine eyes

(1st Part) I fall, I fall, O stay me

(2nd Part) And though my love abounding

Adieu, sweet Amaryllis

The nightingale, the organ of delight

Hark, all ye lovely saints