Obsahuje:
Unquiet thoughtsWho ever thinks or hopes of loveMy thoughts are wing'd with hopesIf my complaints could passions moveCan she excuse my wrongs?Now, O now, I need must partDear, if you changeBurst forth, my tearsGo crystal tearsThink'st thou then by thy feigningCome away, come sweet loveRest awhile you cruel caresSleep, wayward thoughtsAll ye, whom Love or FortuneAll ye, whom Love or FortuneWilt thou, unkind, thus reave meWould my conceitCome againHis golden locksAwake, sweet love, thou art return'dCome, heavy SleepAway with these self-loving ladsMy Lord Chamberlain his GalliardI saw my Lady weepFlow my tearsSorrow, stayDie not before thy dayMourn, day is with darkness fledTime's eldest son, Old Age, 1 partThe sit thee down, 2 partWhen others sing Venite, 3 partPraise blindness eyesO sweet woodsIf floods of tearsFine knacks for ladiesNow cease my wand'ring eyesCome ye heavy states of nightWhite as lilies was her faceWoeful heartA shepherd in a shadeFaction that ever dwellsShall I sueToss not my soulClear or CloudyClear or CloudyHumour say what mak'st thou hereDowland's adieu for Master Oliver Cromwell
