| Composer | Madrigal |
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| Thomas Bateson | Those sweet delightful lilies |
| John Bennet | All creatures now |
| John Bennet | Weep, O mine eyes |
| William Byrd | Lullaby, my sweet little baby |
| William Byrd | This sweet and merry month of May |
| William Byrd | Though Amaryllis dance |
| Michael Cavendish | Come, gentle swains |
| Michael East | Poor is the life |
| Michael East | Quick, quick, away, dispatch! |
| Michael East | (*No haste, but good!) |
| John Farmer | Fair nymphs, I heard one telling |
| John Farmer | Fair Phyllis I saw |
| Giles Farnaby | Consture my meaning |
| Orlando Gibbons | Ah, dear heart |
| Orlando Gibbons | Dainty fine bird |
| Orlando Gibbons | Oh that the learned poets |
| Orlando Gibbons | The Silver Swan |
| Orlando Gibbons | Trust not too much, fair youth |
| Orlando Gibbons | What is our life? |
| Thomas Greaves | Come away sweet love |
| George Kirbye | See what a maze of error |
| Thomas Morley | April is in my mistress' face |
| Thomas Morley | Fyer, fyer! |
| Thomas Morley | Hard by a crystal fountain |
| Thomas Morley | I love, alas, I love thee |
| Thomas Morley | Leave, alas, this tormenting |
| Thomas Morley | My bonny lass she smileth |
| Thomas Morley | Now is the month of maying |
| Thomas Morley | Sing we and chant it |
| Thomas Morley | Though Philomela lost her love |
| Thomas Morley | Whither away so fast |
| Robert Ramsey | Sleep, fleshly birth |
| Thomas Tomkins | Adieu, ye city-prisoning towers |
| Thomas Tomkins | Music divine |
| Thomas Tomkins | Oh yes, has any found a lad? |
| Thomas Tomkins | See, see the shepherds' queen |
| Thomas Tomkins | Too much I once lamented |
| Thomas Vautor | Mother, I will have a husband |
| Thomas Vautor | Sweet Suffolk owl |
| John Ward | Come sable night |
| John Ward | Out from the vale |
| Thomas Weelkes | As Vesta was |
| Thomas Weelkes | Come, sirrah Jack, ho! |
| Thomas Weelkes | Hark, all ye lovely saints |
| Thomas Weelkes | O care, thou wilt despatch me |
| Thomas Weelkes | (*Hence care, thou art too cruel) |
| Thomas Weelkes | Since Robin Hood |
| Thomas Weelkes | Sing we at pleasure |
| Thomas Weelkes | Strike it up, tabor |
| Thomas Weelkes | Thule, the period of cosmography |
| Thomas Weelkes | (*The Andalusian merchant) |
| Thomas Weelkes | Thus sings my dearest jewel |
| John Wilbye | Adieu, sweet Amaryllis |
| John Wilbye | Draw on, sweet night |
| John Wilbye | Flora gave me fairest flowers |
| John Wilbye | Lady, when I behold |
| John Wilbye | O what shall I do |
| John Wilbye | Sweet honey-sucking bees |
| John Wilbye | (*Yet, sweet, take heed) |
| John Wilbye | Weep, weep, mine eyes |
