Elizabethan Lute Songs

Never weather-beaten saile more willing bent to shore

The sypres curten of the night is spread

I. Since first I saw your face

III. What then is love sings Coridon

Heres paternus

I. Griefe keepe within

III. Have all our passions

What then is love but mourning?

Shall I come if I swim?

No. grave for woe

The night watch

Muy Linda

I saw my Lady weepe

Sorrow, stay, lend true repentant teares

Can she excuse my wrongs?

Fantasia No. 3

Miserere, my Maker