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John Wilbye (1574–1638)
A silly sylvan, kissing heav`n-born fire, madrigal (a 5)  |
Adieu, sweet Amaryllis, madrigal (a 4)  |
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Ah me! Can every rumour, madrigal (a 3) |
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Ah! cannot sighs nor tears, madrigal (a 6) |
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Ah! cruel Amarillis, madrigal (a 3) |
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Alas! What a wretched life, madrigal (a 5) |
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Alas, what hope of speeding, madrigal (a 4) |
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All pleasure is of this condition, madrigal (a 5) |
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And though my love abounding, madrigal (a 5) |
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As fair as morn, madrigal (a 3) |
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As matchless beauty, madrigal (a 4) |
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Away, thou shalt not love me, madrigal (a 3) |
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Change me, O heavens, madrigal (a 4) |
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Cruel, behold my heavy ending, madrigal (a 6) |
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Dear pity, how?, madrigal (a 3) |
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Despiteful thus unto myself, I languish, madrigal (a 6) |
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Die, hapless man, madrigal (a 5) |
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Down in a valley as Alexis trips, madrigal (a 5) |
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Draw on, sweet night, madrigal (a 6) |
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Flora gave me fairest flowers, madrigal (a 5) |
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Fly Love aloft, madrigal (a 3) |
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Fly not so swift my dear, madrigal (a 4) |
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Happy streams, whose trembling fall, madrigal (a 4) |
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Happy, Oh happy he, madrigal (a 4) |
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Hard destinies are love and beauty parted, madrigal (a 5) |
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I always beg, madrigal (a 5) |
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I am quite tired with my groans, madrigal (a 4) |
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I fall, I fall, madrigal (a 5) |
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I live, and yet methinks I do not breathe, madrigal (a 3) |
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I love, alas! yet am not loved, madrigal (a 4) |
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I sung sometimes, madrigal (a 5) |
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Lady your words do spite me, madrigal (a 4) |
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Lady, when I behold the roses, madrigal (a 6) |
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Lady, when I behold, madrigal (a 4) |
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Long have I made these hills and valleys weary, madrigal (a 6) |
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Love not me for comely grace, madrigal (a 4) |
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My throat is sore, madrigal (a 6) |
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O fools! can you not see, madrigal (a 4) |
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O God, the rock of my whole strength, madrigal (a 5) |
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O what shall I do?, madrigal (a 3) |
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O wretched man! why lov`st thou earthly life, madrigal (a 6) |
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Of joys and pleasing pains, madrigal (a 4) |
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Oft have I vowed, madrigal (a 5) |
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So light is love, madrigal (a 3) |
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Softly O! drop mine eyes, madrigal (a 6) |
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Stay, Corydon, thou swain, madrigal (a 6) |
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Sweet honey-sucking bees, madrigal (a 6) |
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Sweet love, if thou wilt gain, madrigal (a 6) |
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The Lady Oriana, madrigal (a 3) |
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There is a jewel, madrigal (a 3) |
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There, where I saw her lovely beauty painted, madrigal (a 5) |
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Thou art but young, thou say`st, madrigal (a 6) |
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Thus love commands, madrigal (a 5) |
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Thus saith my Cloris bright, madrigal (a 4) |
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Unkind, O stay thy flying, madrigal (a 5) |
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Weep, O mine eyes, madrigal (a 3) |
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Weep, weep mine eyes, madrigal (a 5) |
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What needeth all this travail, madrigal (a 4) |
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When Cloris heard, madrigal (a 4) |
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When shall my wretched life, madrigal (a 6) |
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Where most my thoughts, madrigal (a 6) |
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Why dost thou shoot?, madrigal (a 6) |
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Ye restless thoughts, madrigal (a 3) |
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Ye that do live in pleasures, madrigal (a 5) |
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Yet, sweet, take heed, madrigal (a 5) |
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