1 |
Can she excuse my wrongs? |
John Dowland |
3:01 |
2 |
Author of light, revive my dying sprite |
Thomas Campion |
2:57 |
3 |
Flow, my tears, fall from your springs |
John Dowland |
3:41 |
4 |
A Fancy |
John Dowland |
2:40 |
5 |
Come tread the paths of pensive pangs |
[anonymous] |
3:47 |
6 |
Since first I saw your face |
Thomas Ford |
2:36 |
7 |
Sorrow, stay, lend true repentant tears |
John Dowland |
3:22 |
8 |
The most sacred Queen Elizabeth, her Galliard |
John Dowland |
1:21 |
9 |
Eliza is the fairest Queen |
Edward Johnson |
2:01 |
10 |
Eyes, look no more |
John Danyel |
4:24 |
11 |
Oft have I sigh'd for him that hears me not |
Thomas Campion |
2:37 |
12 |
Go nightly cares, the enemy to rest |
John Dowland |
7:04 |
13 |
Pavin |
Alfonso Ferrabosco (I) |
3:06 |
14 |
Thou pretty bird, how do I see |
John Danyel |
1:26 |
15 |
In terrors trapp'd with thraldom thrust |
William Hunnis |
3:54 |
16 |
Now, o now I needs must part |
John Dowland |
5:18 |
17 |
Preludium |
John Dowland |
1:01 |
18 |
A Fantasie |
John Dowland |
4:50 |
19 |
Say, Love, if ever thou didst find |
John Dowland |
2:04 |
20 |
I die whenas I do not see |
John Danyel |
1:52 |
21 |
The Frog Galliard |
John Dowland |
1:58 |
22 |
Awake, sweet love, thou art returned |
John Dowland |
2:38 |
23 |
Tell me, true Love |
John Dowland |
4:34 |