Wake, sleepy Thyrsis, wake (Pilkington) We be soldiers three (Deuteromelia) We be three poor mariners (Deuteromelia) We must not part as others do (Egerton MS. 2013) We shepherds sing, we pipe, we play (Weelkes) Wedded to will is witless (Byrd) Weep no more, thou sorry boy (Tomkins) Weep you no more, sad fountains (John Dowland) Welcome, sweet pleasure (Weelkes) Were I a king I might command content (Mundy) Were my heart as some men's are, thy errors would not move me (Campion) What hap had I to marry a shrow (Pammelia) What is our life? a play of passion (Gibbons) What needeth all this travail and turmoiling (Wilbye) What pleasure have great Princes (Byrd) What poor astronomers are they (John Dowland) What then is love, sings Corydon (Ford) When Flora fair the pleasant tidings bringeth (Carlton) When I was otherwise than now I am (Byrd) When thou must home to shades of underground (Campion and Rosseter) When younglings first on Cupid fix their sight (Byrd) Where most my thoughts, there least mine eye is striking (Wilbye) Where shall a sorrow great enough be sought (Peerson) Whether men do laugh or weep (Campion and Rosseter) While that the sun with his beams hot (Byrd) Whilst youthful sports are lasting (Weelkes) White as lilies was her face (John Dowland) Whither so fast? see how the kindly flowers (Pilkington) Who likes to love, let him take heed (Byrd) Who made thee, Hob, forsake the plough (Byrd) Who prostrate lies at women's feet (Bateson) Who would have thought that face of thine (Farmer) Why are you Ladies staying (Weelkes) Wilt thou, Unkind! thus 'reave me (John Dowland) Wise men patience never want (Campion) Woeful heart with grief oppressed (John Dowland) Ye bubbling springs that gentle music makes (Greaves) You blessed bowers whose green leaves now are spreading (Farmer) You that wont to my pipe's sound (Morley) Your shining eyes and golden hair (Bateson) LYRICS FROM ELIZABETHAN SONG-BOOKS. _Let well-tuned words amaze With harmony divine._ CAMPION. LYRICS FROM ELIZABETHAN SONG-BOOKS. From FARMER's _First Set of English Madrigals_, 1599. A little pretty bonny lass was walking In midst of May before the sun gan rise; I took her by the hand and fell to talking Of this and that as best I could devise: I swore I would--yet still she said I should not; Do what I would, and yet for all I could not. From JOHN DOWLAND's _Second Book of Songs or Airs_, 1600.