Oeuvres John Dowland

All people that on earth do dwell

I shame at mine unworthiness

An heart that's broken and contrite

Sweet, stay awhile, why will you rise?

Where sin, sore-wounding

In this trembling shadow cast

If that a sinner's sighs be angel's food

Were every thought an eye

Welcome, black night, Hymen's fair day

Up merry mates, to Neptune's praise

To ask for all thy love

Tell me, true Love

Stay, Time, awhile thy flying

Shall I strive with words to move

My heart and tongue were twins

Love, those beams, that breed

Lasso vita mia

Go nightly cares, the enemy to rest

From silent night, true register of moans

Disdain me still, that I may ever love

A Pilgrimes Solace

A Pilgrimes Solace

Lady if you so spite me

In darkness let me dwell

Far from triumphing court

Semper Dowland semper dolens

Mr George Whitehead his Almand

Mistress Nichols Almand

The King of Denmark's Galliard

The Earl of Essex Galliard

Sir John Souch his Galliard

Mr Thomas Collier his Galliard with 2 Trebles

Mr Nicholas Gryffith his Galliard

Mr Henry Noel his Galliard

Mr Giles Hobies Galliard

Mr Bucton's Galliard

Captain Piper his Galliard

Sir Henry Umpton's Funeral

Mr John Langton's Pavan

Lachrimae verae

Lachrimae tristes

Lachrimae gementes

Lachrimae coactae

Lachrimae antiquae novae

Lachrimae antiquae

Lachrimae amantis

Lachrimae or Seaven Teares

What poor astronomers are they

Me, me and none but me

I must complain, yet do enjoy my love

Flow not so fast ye fountains

When Phoebus first did Daphne love

What if I never speed?

Weep you no more, sad fountains

Time stands still

The lowest trees have tops

Say, Love, if ever thou didst find

O what hath overwrought my all amazed thought

Love stood amazed at sweet Beauty's pain

Lend your ears to my sorrow, good people

It was a time when silly bees could speak

Fie on this feigning, is love without desire

Farewell, unkind, farewell

Farewell, too fair

Daphne was not so chaste as she was changing

Come when I call, or tarry till I come

By a fountain where I lay

Behold a wonder here

The Third and Last Book of Songs or Aires

Flow, my tears, fall from your springs

I saw my lady weep

Shall I sue, shall I seek for grace?

Now cease, my wandering eyes

Clear or cloudy sweet as April showering

Woeful heart with grief oppressed

White as lilies was her face

Toss not my soul

Time's eldest son

Sorrow, stay, lend true repentant tears

Praise blindness, eyes, for seeing is deceit

O sweet woods, the delight of solitariness

Now, O now I needs must part

Mourn, mourn, day is with darkness fled

If floods of tears could cleanse my follies past

Humour say what mak'st thou here

Fine knacks for ladies

Faction, that ever dwells in court

Die not before thy day

Come, ye heavy states of night

A shepherd in a shade

The Second Book of Songs

Come, heavy sleep

Come away, come sweet love

All ye whom love or fortune hath betrayed

Would my conceit that first enforced my woe

Wilt thou unkind thus reave me of my heart

Whoever thinks or hopes of love for love

Unquiet thoughts

Think'st thou then by thy feigning

Sleep wayward thoughts

Rest awhile, you cruel cares

My thoughts are winged with hopes

If my complaints could passions move

His golden locks Time hath to silver turned

Go, crystal tears

Dear, if you change, I'll never choose again

Come again, sweet love doth now invite

Burst forth, my tears

Away with these self-loving lads

Awake sweet love, thou art returned

The Firste Booke of Songes or Ayres of Fowre Partes

Lamentatio Henrici Noel

Put me not to rebuke, O Lord

O God of power omnipotent

My soul praise the Lord

Lord, to thee I make my moa

Behold and have regard

All people that on earth do dwell