John Dowland Lyrics




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A shepherd in a shade
ALL YE WHOM LOVE OF FORTUNE
All ye, whom love or fortune hath betrayed
Awake, sweet love
Away with these self-loving lads
Behold a wonder here
Burst forth my tears
By a fountain where I lay
Can She Excuse My Wrongs
Can She Excuse My Wrongs?
Cease, cease these false sports
Clear or Cloudy
Clear or cloudy
Come Again
Come again, sweet love doth now invite
Come when I call
Come ye heavy states of night
Come, heavy Sleep
Come, Heavy Sleep
Daphne was not so chaste
Dear, if you change
Die not before thy day
Disdain me still
Dowland: Fine Knacks for Ladies
Faction that ever dwells
Fantasy
Farewell too faire
Farewell unkind farewell
Fie on this feigning, is love without desire
Fine Knacks for Ladies
Fine knacks for Ladies
Flow not so fast, ye fountains
Flow, My Tears (Lachrimae)
Forlorn Hope Fancy
From Beyond
From silent night
Go Nightly Cares
Go, nightly cares
His golden locks
Humor say what makst thou here
I must complain yet do enjoy
I Saw My Lady Weep
If floods of tears
IF MY COMPLAINTS COULD PASSION MOVE
If that a sinner’s sighs
In Darkness Let Me Dwell
In Darkness Let Me Dwell
In this trembling shadow cast
It was a time when silly bees could speak
Lasso vita mia
Lend your ears
Love stood amazed at Beauty’s pain
Love those beams
Me, me, and none but me
Mourn, mourn, day is with darkness fled
My heart and tongue were twins
My Lord Chamberlain, his Galliard
My Lord Willoughby’s Welcome Home
MY THOUGHTS ARE WING’D WITH HOPES
Now cease my wand’ring eyes
O sweet woods
Oh what hath overwrought my all amazed thought
Praise blindness’ eyes, for seeing is deceit
Return
Say love if ever thou didst find
Shall I strive with words to move
Shall I sue, shall I seek for grace
Sleep, wayward thoughts
Sorrow stay
Stay time a while thy flying
Sweet, stay awhile
Tell me true Love
The Frog Galliard
The Little Galliard
The Lowest Trees Have Tops
The lowest trees have tops
The Most High and Mighty Christianus the Fourth, King of Denmark, His Galliard
Then sit thee down
Thou mighty God
Time stands still
Time’s eldest son, Old Age
To ask for all thy love
Toss not my soul
Unquiet thoughts
Up merry mates
Walsingham
Weep you no more, sad fountains
Weep You No More, Sad Fountains
Welcome black night
Were every thought an eye
What if a day, or a month, or a year?
What if I never speed
What poor astronomers are they
When David’s life by Saul
When others sing Venite
When Phoebus first did Daphne love
When the poor cripple
Where sin sore wounding
White as lilies was her face
Whoever thinks or hopes of love
Wilt Thou Unkind Thus Reave Me
Wilt thou unkind thus reave me?
Woeful heart
Would my conceit that first enforc’d my woe
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