Time, that all things
In order brings,
Hath taught me how
To be more slow
In giving faith to speech,
Since women’s words
No truth affords,
And when they kiss
They think by this
Us men to over-reach.

From Thomas Morley’s First Book of Ballets to Five Voices, 1595.

About the maypole new, with glee and merriment,

The shepherds and the nymphs them round enclosèd had,
Wond’ring with what facility,
About they turn’d them in such strange agility;
And still when they unloosèd had,
With words full of delight they gently kissed them,
And thus sweetly to sing they never missed them.
Fa la!

From John Wilbye’s First Set of English Madrigals, 1598.

Adieu, sweet Amaryllis!

From Thomas Morley’s First Book of Madrigals, 1594.

April is in my mistress’ face,

From Robert Jones’ Second Book of Songs and Airs, 1601.

Arise, my thoughts, and mount you with the sun,