sports are lasting (Weelkes)
White as lilies was her face (John Dowland)
Whither so fast? see how the kindly flowers (Pilkington)
Who likes to love, let him take heed (Byrd)
Who made thee, Hob, forsake the plough (Byrd)
Who prostrate lies at women's feet (Bateson)
Who would have thought that face of thine (Farmer)
Why are you Ladies staying (Weelkes)
Wilt thou, Unkind! thus 'reave me (John Dowland)
Wise men patience never want (Campion)
Woeful heart with grief oppressed (John Dowland)

Ye bubbling springs that gentle music makes (Greaves)
You blessed bowers whose green leaves now are spreading (Farmer)
You that wont to my pipe's sound (Morley)
Your shining eyes and golden hair (Bateson)

LYRICS FROM ELIZABETHAN
SONG-BOOKS.

_Let well-tuned words amaze
With harmony divine._
CAMPION.

LYRICS FROM ELIZABETHAN SONG-BOOKS.

From FARMER's _First Set of English Madrigals_, 1599.

A little pretty bonny lass was walking
In midst of May before the sun gan rise;
I took her by the hand and fell to talking
Of this and that as best I could devise:
I swore I would--yet still she said I should not;
Do what I would, and yet for all I could not.

From JOHN DOWLAND's _Second Book of Songs or Airs_, 1600.

A shepherd in a shade his plaining made
Of love and lover's wrong
Unto the fairest lass that trod on grass,
And thus began his song:
"Since Love and Fortune will, I honour still
Your fair and lovely eye:
What conquest will it be, sweet Nymph, for thee
If I for sorrow die?
Restore, restore my heart again
Which love by thy sweet looks hath slain,
Lest that, enforced by your disdain,
I sing 'Fie on love! it is a foolish thing.'

"My heart where have you laid? O cruel maid,
To kill when you might save!
Why have ye cast it forth as nothing worth,
Without a tomb or grave?
O let it be entombed and lie
In your sweet mind and memory,
Lest I resound on every warbling string
'Fie, fie on love! that is a foolish thing.'
Restore, restore my heart again
Which love by thy sweet looks hath slain,
Lest that, enforced by your disdain,
I sing 'Fie on love! it is a foolish thing.'"

From THOMAS WEELKES' _Madrigals of Six Parts_, 1600.

A Sparrow-Hawk proud did hold in wicked jail
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