Biography of John Wilbye
John Wilbye, was an English madrigal composer.
The son of a tanner, he was born at Brome, Suffolk, near Diss, and received the patronage of the Cornwallis family. It is thought that he accompanied Elizabeth Cornwallis to Hengrave Hall near Bury St. Edmunds circa 1594 when she married Sir Thomas Kytson the Younger.
A set of madrigals by him appeared in 1598 and a second in 1608, the two sets containing sixty-four pieces. In 1600, he was chosen to proofread John Dowland's Second Booke of Songs. In 1628, on the death of Elizabeth Cornwallis, Wilbye went to live with her daughter Mary Darcy, Countess Rivers in Colchester, where he died. He is buried in the graveyard of Holy Trinity Church, in Colchester town centre. (The building is currently the CO1 cafe and young Christian centre.)
Wilbye is probably the most famous of all the English madrigalists; his pieces have long been favourites and are often included in modern collections. His madrigals include Weep, weep o mine eyes and Draw on, sweet night. He also wrote the poem, Love me not for comely grace. His style is characterized by delicate writing for the voice, acute sensitivity to the text and the use of "false relations" between the major and minor modes.
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- Love Not Me for Comely Grace
- Adieu sweet amaryllis
- As matchless beauty
- Ah! cannot sighs not tears
- Cruel, behold my heavy ending
- Despiteful thus unto myself, I languish
- Flora gave me fairest flowers
- Ah! cruel Amarillis
- Fly not so swift, my dear
- Hard destinies are love and beauty parte...
- Thus saith my Cloris bright
- Away, thou shalt not love me
- As fair as morn
- A silly sylvan, kissing heav'n-born fire
Draw on, Sweet Night
Draw on, Sweet Night, friend unto those cares
That do arise from painful melancholy.
My life so ill through want of comfort fares,
that unto thee I consecrate it wholly.
Sweet Night, draw on
My griefs when they be told to shades
and darkness find some ease from paining,
And while thou all in silence dost enfold,
I then shall have best time for my complaining.