The Oxford Book of English Madrigals

Bateson, Thomas:
- Those sweet delightful lilies
Bennet, John:
- All creatures now
- Weep, O mine eyes
Byrd, William:
- Lullaby, my sweet little baby
- This sweet and merry month of May
- Though Amaryllis dance
Cavendish, Michael:
- Come gentle swains
East, Michael:
- Poor is the life
- Quick, quick, away, dispatch!
- No haste but good!
Farmer, John:
- Fair nymphs, I heard one telling
- Fair Phyllis I saw
Farnaby, Giles:
- Consture my meaning
Gibbons, Orlando:
- Ah, dear heart
- Dainty fine bird
- O that the learned poets
- The silver swan
- Trust not too much, fair youth
- What is our life?
Greaves, Thomas:
- Come away, sweet love
Kirby, George:
- See what a maze of error
Morley, Thomas:
- April is in my mistress' face
- Fyer, fyer!
- Hard by a crystal fountain
- I love, alas, I love thee
- Leave, alas, this tormenting
- My bonny lass she smileth
- Now is the month of maying
- Sing we and chant it
- Though Philomela lost her love
- Whither away so fast?
Ramsey, Robert:
- Sleep, fleshly birth
Tomkins, Thomas:
- Adieu, ye city-prisoning towers
- Music divine
- O yes! Has any found a lad?
- See, see the shepherds' queen
- Too much I once lamented
Vautor, Thomas:
- Mother, I will have a husband
- Sweet suffolk owl
Ward, John:
- Come, sable night
- Out from the vale
Weelkes, Thomas:
- As Vesta was
- Come, sirrah Jack, ho!
- Hark, all ye lovely saints
- O care, thou wilt despatch me
- Hence, care, thou art too cruel
- Since Robin Hood
- Sing we at pleasure
- Strike it up, tabor
- Thule, the period of cosmography
- The Andalusian merchant
- Thus sings my dearest jewel
Wilbye, John:
- Adieu, sweet Amaryllis
- Draw on, sweet night
- Flora gave me fairest flowers
- Lady, when I behold
- O what shall I do?
- Sweet honey-sucking bees
- Yet, sweet, take heed
- Weep, weep, mine eyes