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| “Maids are simple,” some men say (Campion) | 74 |
| Maids to bed and cover coal (Melismata) | 74 |
| More than most fair, full of all heavenly fire (Peerson) | 75 |
| Mother, I will have a husband (Vautor) | 75 |
| My hope a counsel with my heart (Este) | 76 |
| My love bound me with a kiss (Jones) | 77 |
| My love is neither young nor old (Jones) | 78 |
| My mind to me a kingdom is (Byrd) | 78 |
| My prime of youth is but a frost of cares (Mundy) | 80 |
| My sweetest Lesbia, let us live and love (Campion) | 80 |
| My Thoughts are winged with Hopes, my Hopes with Love (John Dowland) | 81 |
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| Never love unless you can (Campion) | 82 |
| Now each creature joys the other (Farmer) | 83 |
| Now every tree renews his summer’s green (Weelkes) | 83 |
| Now God be with old Simeon (Pammelia) | 83 |
| Now have I learn’d with much ado at last (Jones) | 84 |
| Now I see thy looks were feignÈd (Ford) | 85 |
| Now is my Chloris fresh as May (Weelkes) | 86 |
| Now is the month of maying (Morley) | 87 |
| Now let her change! and spare not (Campion) | 87 |
| Now let us make a merry greeting (Weelkes) | 88 |
| Now what is love, I pray thee tell (Jones) | 89 |
| Now winter nights enlarge (Campion) | 90 |
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| O say, dear life, when shall these twin-born berries (Ward) | 91 |
| O stay, sweet love; see here the place of sporting (Farmer) | 91 |
| O sweet, alas, what say you (Morley) | 92 |
| O sweet delight, O more than human bliss (Campion) | 92 |
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| We be soldiers three (Deuteromelia) | 145 |
| We be three poor mariners (Deuteromelia) | 146 |
| We must not part as others do (Egerton MS. 2013) | 146 |
| We shepherds sing, we pipe, we play (Weelkes) | 147 |
| Wedded to will is witless (Byrd) | 147 |
| Weep no more, thou sorry boy (Tomkins) | 148 |
| Weep you no more, sad fountains (John Dowland) | 149 |
| Welcome, sweet pleasure (Weelkes) | 149 |
| Were I a king I might command content (Mundy) | 151 |
| Were my heart as some men’s are, thy errors would not move me (Campion) | 151 |
| What hap had I to marry a shrow (Pammelia) | 152 |
| What is our life? a play of passion (Gibbons) | 152 |
| What needeth all this travail and turmoiling (Wilbye) | 153 |
| What pleasure have great Princes (Byrd) | 153 |
| What poor astronomers are they (John Dowland) | 155 |
| What then is love, sings Corydon (Ford) | 156 |
| When Flora fair the pleasant tidings bringeth (Carlton) | 157 |
| When I was otherwise than now I am (Byrd) | 157 |
| When thou must home to shades of underground (Campion and Rosseter) | 158 |
| When younglings first on Cupid fix their sight (Byrd) | 159 |
| Where most my thoughts, there least mine eye is striking (Wilbye) | 159 |
| Where shall a sorrow great enough be sought (Peerson) | 160 |
| Whether men do laugh or weep (Campion and Rosseter) | 161 |
| While that the sun with his beams hot (Byrd) | 162 |
| Whilst youthful sports are lasting (Weelkes) | 163 |
| White as lilies was her face (John Dowland) | 164 |
| Whither so fast? see how the kindly flowers (Pilkington) | 166 |
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