Byrd Come woeful Orpheus
Morley Now is the month of Maying: Die now my heart; You black, bright stars: Hark, jolly shepherds
Tomkins 0 let me die for true love
Wilbye Alas, what hope of speeding; As matchless beauty; Lady when I behold
Weelkes Those sweet delightful lilies; Some men desire spouses; Come sirrah Jack. ho PRO CANTIONE ANTIQUA conducted by MARK BROWN