A Gardin for Delights - English Lute Songs from the Renaissance

There is a lady sweet and kind

Love is a bable

There was a wyly ladde

When Laura smiles

What then is love but mourning?

All looks be pale

Jacke and Jone

Thrice tosse these oaken ashes

Of all the birds

Rest, sweet nymphs

It was a lover and his lass

Thyris and Milla

Come, sorrow, come

The lowest trees have tops

Unquiet thoughts

Can she excuse my wrongs?

Love those beams

Wilt thou, unkind, thus reave me?

In darkness let me dwell