Come again, sweet love doth now invite ; His golden locks time hath to silver turn'd ; Flow my tears ; It was a time when silly bees could speak ; Sorrow, stay! ; Can she excuse my wrongs ; A shepherd in a shade his plaining made ; Time stands still ; Go, crystal tears ; I saw my lady weep ; Away with these self-loving lads / John Dowland -- Now hath Flora robb'd her bow'rs ; Author of light ; Come let us sound with melody ; Oft have I sigh'd for him ; Turn back, you wanton flyer / Thomas Campion -- This merry pleasant spring ; There were three ravens ; The dark is my delight ; Willow song ; Miserere my maker ; Where the bee sucks ; O death, rock me asleep.