First Book of Songs (1597)

Vnquiet thoughts

Who euer thinks or hopes of loue for loue

My thoughts are wingd with hopes

If my complaints could passions move

Can she excuse my wrongs with vertues cloake

Now, O now I needs must part

Deare if you change ile neuer chuse againe

Burst forth my teares

Go Cristall teares

Thinkst thou then by thy faining

Come away, come sweet loue

Rest awhile you cruell cares

Sleepe wayward thoughts

All ye whom loue of fortune hath betraide

Wilt though vnkind thus reaue me of my hart

Would my conceit that first enforst my woe

Come again: sweet loue doth now enuite

His goulden locks time hath to siluer turnd

Awake sweet loue thou art returned

Come heauy sleepe

Awaie with these selfe louing lads