John Dowland: First Booke of Songes or Ayres

Unquiet Thoughts

Who Ever Thinks or Hopes of Love for Love

My Thoughts are Wing'd with Hopes

If My Complaints Could Passions Move

Can She Excuse My Wrongs with Virtue's Cloak?

Now, Oh Now I Needs Must Part

Dear, if You Change, I'll Never Choose Again

Burst Forth, My Tears

Go Crystal Tears

Thinkst Thou then By They Feigning

Come Away, Come Sweet Love

Rest a While, You Cruel Cares

Sleep, Wayward Thoughts

All Ye Whom Love or Fortune Hath Betray'd

Wilt Thou Unkind Thus Reave Me of My Heart?

Would My Conceit that First Enforc'd My Woe

Come Again, Sweet Love Doth Now Invite

His Golden Locks Time Hath to Silver Turned

Awake, Sweet Love, Thou Art Return'd

Come, Heavy Sleep

Away With These Self-Loving Lads