First Book of Songs

Dowland: Unquiet thoughts, Who ever thinks or hopes of love for love, My thoughts are winged with hopes, If my complaints could passions move, Can she excuses my wrongs with vertues cloake, Now, o now I needs must part, Dear if you change ile never chuse againe, Burst forth my tears, Go Cristall teares, Think’st thou then by thy faining, Come away, come sweet love, Rest a while you cruell cares, Sleepe wayward thoughts, All ye whom love or fortune hath betraide, Wilt thou unkind thus reave me of my hart, Would my conceit that first enforst my woe, Come againe: sweet love doth now envite, His goulden locks time hath to silver turnd, Awake sweet love thou art returnd, Come sweet heavy sleepe, Awaie with these selfe loving lads”