Hollingworth/I Fagiolini-Wilbye:Draw On Sweet Night

Draw on, sweet night
Weep, O mine eyes
Adieu, sweet Amaryllis
Sweet honey-sucking bees / Yet, sweet, take heed
Thou art but young
Cruel, behold my heavy ending
I live, and yet methinks / There is a jewel
I love, alas, yet am not loved
Oft have I vowed
Down in a valley / Hard destinies
When shall my wretched life
O what shall I do?
Love not me for comely grace
Happy, O happy he
There where I saw
Lady, your words do spite me
O wretched man
Ye restless thoughts
Lady, when I behold
Thus saith my Cloris bright
Weep, weep, mine eyes
Flora gave me fairest flowers
All pleasure is of this condition
Of joys and pleasing pains / My throat is sore
Where most my thoughts / Despiteful thus