John Dowland
The First Booke of Songs or Ayres Lyrics
Disc 1
- Awake, Sweet Love, Thou Art Returned
- Thinkst thou then by thy fayning?
- Can she excuse my wrongs with vertues cloake
- Goe crystall teares
- My Thoughts Are Wing'd With Hopes
- Come heavy sleepe
- His golden locks time has to silver turnd
- Come Away, Come Sweet Love
- If My Complaints Could Passions Move
- All ye whom love or fortune hath betrayed
- Who ever thinkes or hopes of love for love
- Away With These Self-Loving Lads
- Now, O Now, I Needs Must Part
- Come Again: Sweet Love Doth Now Invite
- Sleep wayward thioughts
- Deare, if you change, ile never chuse againe
- Unquiet Thoughts
- Would my conceit that first enforst my woe
- Wilt thou, unkind, thus reave me of my heart?
- Burst forth, my teares
- Rest a while you cruell cares