Sung by Herbert Heyner (Baritone)

The first song may serve as an example of one type of love song of the lutenist composers.
Robert Jones sets this piece of advice to a disconsolate lover:-
Go to bed, sweete muss, take thy rest; Let not thy soul be so oppressed:
Though she deny thee, She doth but trie thee,
Whether thy minde will ever prove unkinde, O Love is but a bitter sweete jest...
Let not a frowne for ever cast thee down;
Then sleepe, and go to bed in these joyes.

Dowland's first song has words by that Fulke Greville, Lord Brooke, who, besides being a courtier and a notable friend of Sir Philip Sidney and other poets, himself wrote sonnets and tragedies. He here extols the praises of Love, who makes his own laws, and to whose decrees, happy or sad, all must bow without complaining; 'for many run, but one must win.'
Weep you no more is an exquisite lament-one of the choicest of all lute songs.

Very little is known of John Bartlett beyond the fact that he published what he called 'A Booke of Ayres with a Triplicitie of Musick' (meaning that it included three different kinds of songs). His first song is about the wiles of Love, that parlous boy.' The other is the plaint of a maid whom nobody knows.

Go to bed, sweet muse - Jones
Sweet Kate - Jones
Away with these self-loving lads - Dowland
Weep you no more, sad fountains - Dowland
I heard of late - Bartlett
A pretty, pretty ducke - Bartlett