Fair, if you expect admiring
I care not for these ladies
It fell on a summer's day
The cypress curtain of the night
Eyes, look no more
Like as the Lute Delights
What delight can they enjoy
Awake, sweet love
Can she excuse my wrongs? (First Booke of Songes, 1597)
Captain Candish’s Galliard
Come again, sweet love doth now invite
Fine knacks for ladies
Flow not so fast, ye fountains
Go Crystal tears
Lachrimae Pavan, P. 15
Lady Laiton's Almain
Lady, if you so spite me
Me, me, and none but me
Prelude for lute
Semper Dowland Semper Dolens
Shall I strive with wordes to move?
Shall I sue?
Sorrow, stay
Tell me, true Love
What if I never speed?
When Phoebus first did Daphne love
Sweet come again
Whether men do laugh