Ayres for four voices /
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| Format: | Musical Score Book |
| Language: | English |
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London :
Stainer and Bell,
2000.
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| Series: | Musica Britannica,
6 |
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Table of Contents:
- From The first booke of songes or ayres (1597). Unquiet thoughts ; Whoever thinks or hopes ; My thoughts are wing'd with hopes ; If my complaints ; Can she excuse my wrongs ; Now, O now I needs must part ; Dear, if you change ; Burst forth, my tears ; Go, crystal tears ; Think'st thou then by thy feigning ; Come away, come, sweet love ; Rest awhile, you cruel cares ; Sleep, wayward thoughts ; All ye whom love or fortune ; Wilt thou, unkind, thus reave me ; Would my conceit ; Come again : (with alternative words, All the day) ; His golden locks ; Awake, sweet love ; Come, heavy sleep ; Away with these self-loving lads
- From The second booke of songs or ayres (1600). Praise blindness, eyes ; O sweet woods ; If floods of tears ; Fine knacks for ladies ; Now cease, my wand'ring eyes ; Come, ye heavy states of night ; White as lilies ; Woeful heart ; A shepherd in a shade ; Faction, that ever dwells ; Shall I sue ; Toss not my soul ; Clear or cloudy ; Dialogue : Humour, say, what mak'st thou here?
- From The third and last booke of songs or aires (1603). Me, me and none but me ; When Phoebus first ; Say, Love, if ever ; Flow not so fast, ye fountains ; What if I never speed ; Love stood amaz'd ; Lend your ears ; By a fountain where I lay ; O what hath overwrought ; Farewell, unkind, farewell ; Weep you no more, sad fountains ; Fie on this feigning ; I must complain ; It was a time ; The lowest trees have tops
- What poor astronomers are they ; Dialogue : Come when I call
- From A pilgrimes solace (1612). Disdain me still ; Sweet, stay awhile ; To ask for all thy love ; Love, those beams that breed ; Shall I strive with words to move ; Were ev'ry thought an eye ; Stay, Time, awhile thy flying ; Tell me, true love ; In this trembling shadow cast ; If that a sinner's sighs ; Thou mighty God ; Where sin sore wounding ; My heart and tongue were twins.
