Thomas Campion: Lute Songs – Steven Rickards

Thomas Campion (1567-1620)
Come let us sound avec melodie the praises
Mélodie thy musicke to thy hart
Come, you pretty false-ey’d wanton
There is none, O none but you
Sweet exclude me not nor be divided
I care not pour these ladies
Though you are yoong et I am olde
Fire, fire, fire, fire loe here I burne

Philip Rosseter (1568-1623)
What then is love but mourning?

Thomas Campion (1567-1620)
Shall I come sweet love to thee?
Beauty, since you so much desire
What is it that all men possesse, among themselves conversing?
The sypres curten de the night is spread
Jacke et Jone they thinke n° ill
It fell sur a sommers daie
When to her luth Corrina sings

Philip Rosseter (1568-1623)
My sweetest Lesbia

Thomas Campion (1567-1620)
Her rosie cheekes, her ever smiling eyes
Faire, if you expect admiring
There is a garden en her face
Author de light, revive my dying spright
Never weather-beaten saile more willing bent to shore
Most sweet et pleasing are thy waes O God
To musicke bent is my retyred minde
Thou joy’st fond boy, to be de many loved
Turne all thy thoughts to eyes
Vayle love mine eyes, O hide de me

Anonymous
Miserere my maker

Steven Rickards (contreténor)
Dorothy Linell (luth)

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