As Vesta was, from Latmos hill descending
Hark! Did ye ever hear so sweet a singing?
O Lord, make thy servant Elizabeth the Queen
O clap your hands
Variation on Robin is to the greenwood gone
So beautie on the waters stood
Laboravi in gemitu meo
Hence stars, too dim of light
Oft have I vowde
Book of Songs, Book 3: Time stands still
Adue, ye citty prisoning towers
Yee that doe live in pleasures
A Varietie of Lute Lessons: Dowland's Bells, P. 43a, "The Lady Rich's Galliard"
Hard by a cristall fountaine
Draw on sweet night