Dowland: The First Booke of Songes

First Booke of Songes, 1597:2. Who ever thinks or hopes of love

First Booke of Songes, 1597:4. If my complaints could passions move

First Booke of Songes, 1597:6. Now, O now, I needs must part

First Booke of Songes, 1597:8. Burst forth my tears

First Booke of Songes, 1597:10. Think'st thou then by thy feigning?

First Booke of Songes, 1597:12. Rest awhile you cruel cares

First Booke of Songes, 1597:14. All ye, whom Love or Fortune hath betray'd

First Booke of Songes, 1597:16. Would my conceit

First Booke of Songes, 1597:18. His golden locks

First Booke of Songes, 1597:20. Come, heavy sleep