Music John Wilbye / Madrigal

Title

instrument

period

Rating

Lady, Your Words doe Spight Mee

Why dost Thou Shoot

Where Most My Thoughts

When Shall My Wretched Life Give Place to Death?

Unkind, O Stay Thy Flying

Thus Love Commaunds

Thou art but Young, Thou Say'st

Sweet Love, if Thou wilt Gaine a Monarches Glory

Stay Coridon Thou Swaine

Softly, O Softly Drop Mine Eyes

Of Joys and Pleasing Paines

My Throte is Sore

Long Have I Made these Hils and Valleys Weary

Ah, Cannot Sighes, nor Teares

Lady, When I Beehold for 6 voices

The Lady Oriana

I Soung Sometimes My Thoughts and Fancies Pleasure

I Fall, I Fall, O Stay Mee