Ford, T: Since first I saw your face

Byrd:

Come, woeful Orpheus

Campion:

Never weather-beaten sail

Jacke and Jone they think no ill

A Secret Love Or Two

Chirbury:

Agnus Dei

Cooke, John:

Alma proles

Damett:

Salve porta paradisi

Dowland:

A Shepherd in a Shade

Fine knacks for ladies

Where sin sore wounding

I must complain

Sweet stay awhile

Mr Dowland's Midnight

Now, O now, I needs must part

Dunstaple:

Crux fidelis

O crux gloriosa

Gaude virgo salutata

Albanus roseo rutilat

Ford, T:

Since first I saw your face

There is a Ladie

Forest:

Qualis est dilectus

Jones, Robert:

Thinkst thou Kate

Morley:

Hark, jolly shepherds

Die now, my heart

You black bright stars

Pilkington:

Care for thy soul

Diaphenia

Down-a-down

Power, L:

Credo

Pycard:

Gloria

Tomkins:

O let me die for true love

Oyez! Has any found a lad?

Ward, J:

Retire, my troubled soul

O my thoughts surcease

Weelkes:

Those sweet delightful lilies

Some men desire spouses

Come sirrah Jack ho!

Come, let's begin to revel't out

Wilbye:

Lady when I behold

As matchless beauty

Weep, weep, mine eyes

anon.:

Ah, silly poor Joas

Hold, lingel, hold

Byrd:

Thou poet’s friend

How vain the toils

Ah silly Soul

Ford, T:

Since first I saw your face

Giles:

Cease now, vain thoughts

Nicholson, R:

No more, good herdsman

In a Merry May Morn, for voice & 4 instruments

Tomkins:

Pavan and Galliard

Worster brawls

Fantasy No. 2 a 6 in G

Pavan and Alman a 4 in F

Fantasy No. 1 a 6 in G minor

Pavan a 5 in A minor

In Nomine

Fantasy No. 3 a 6 in G minor

Wigthorpe:

Sorrow come

In terrors trapp’d with thraldom thrust

William Hunnis (attributed)

anon.:

Come tread the paths of pensive pangs

Campion:

Author of Light

Oft have I sigh’d for him that hears me not

Danyel:

Eyes, look no more

Thou pretty bird, how do I see

I die whenas I do not see

Dowland:

Can she excuse my wrongs? (First Booke of Songes, 1597)

Flow my teares (Lacrimæ)

A Fancy

solo lute

Sorrow, stay

The most sacred Queene Elizabeth her Galliard

solo lute

Go, nightly cares

Now, O now, I needs must part

Prelude for lute

A Fantasie

solo lute

Say love if ever thou didst find

Frog Galliard

solo lute

Awake, sweet love

Tell me, true Love

Ferrabosco, A I:

Pavin

solo lute

Ford, T:

Since first I saw your face

Johnson, E:

Eliza is the fairest Queen

anon.:

Miserere, my Maker

Campion:

Never weather-beaten sail

Author of light

The Sypres Garden of the Night

Danyel:

Griefe keepe within

Drop not mine eies

Have all our passions

Dowland:

I saw my lady weepe

Shall I strive with wordes to move?

Sorrow, stay

Can she excuse my wrongs? (First Booke of Songes, 1597)

Ford, T:

Since first I saw your face

Faire, sweet, cruell

What then is love sings Coridon

Holborne:

Heres paternus

The night watch

Muy linda

Fantasia

Rosseter:

What then is love but mourning?

Shall I come if I swim?

No grave for woe