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- Dowland: All ye, whom Love or Fortune hath betray'd
- Dowland: Awake, sweet love
- Dowland: Away with these self-loving lads
- Dowland: Burst forth my tears
- Dowland: Can she excuse my wrongs? (First Booke of Songes, 1597)
- Dowland: Come again, sweet love doth now invite
- Dowland: Come away, come, sweet love
- Dowland: Come heavy sleep
- Dowland: Deare, if you change
- Dowland: Go Crystal tears
- Dowland: If my complaints could passions move
- Dowland: My Thoughts Are Wing'd With Hopes
- Dowland: Now, O now, I needs must part
- Dowland: Rest awhile
- Dowland: Sleep, wayward thoughts
- Dowland: The First Booke of Songes: His golden locks time hath to silver turned
- Dowland: Think'st thou then by thy feigning?
- Dowland: Unquiet thoughts
- Dowland: Whoever thinks or hopes of love
- Dowland: Wilt thou unkind thus reave me?
- Dowland: Would my conceits