These ladies striving long, at last
They did agree
To give them to a maiden chaste,
Whom I did see,
Who with the same did pierce my breast:
Her beauty’s rare, and so I rest.

From William Byrd’s Songs of Sundry Natures, 1589.

1.

Who made thee, Hob, forsake the plough

From Thomas Bateson’s First Set of English Madrigals, 1604.

Who prostrate lies at women’s feet.

From John Farmer’s First Set of English Madrigals, 1599.

Who would have thought that face of thine

From Thomas Weelkes’ Madrigals of Five and Six Parts, 1600.

Why are you Ladies staying,