1.
Now, oh now I needs must part,
Parting though I absent mourn.
Absence can no joy impart:
Joy once fled cannot return.
While I live I needs must love,
Love lives not when Hope is gone.
Now at last Despair doth prove,
Love divided loveth none.
Refr:	Sad despair doth drive me hence;
	This despair unkindness sends.
	If that parting be offence,
	It is she which then offends.
3.
Dear, if I do not return,
Love and I shall die together.
For my absence never mourn
Whom you might have joyed ever;
Part we must though now I die,
Die I do to part with you.
Him despair doth cause to lie
Who both liv'd and dieth true.

1.
Go crystal tears, like to the morning showers,
And sweetly weep into thy lady's breast.
And as the dews revive the drooping flow'rs.
So let your drops of pity be address'd
To quicken up the thoughts of my desert,
Which sleeps too sound whilst I from her depart.
2.
Haste, restless sighs, and let your burning breath
Dissolve the ice of her indurate heart,
Whose frozen rigour, like forgetful Death,
Feels never any touch of my desert,
Yet sighs and tears to her I sacrifice
Both from a spotless heart and patient eyes.

Come away, come sweet love,
The golden morning breaks.
All the earth, all the air
of love and pleasure speaks:
Teach thine arms to embrace,
And sweet rosy lips to kiss,
And mix our souls in mutual bliss,
Eyes were made for beauty's grace,
Viewing, rueing love's long pain
Procur'd by beauty's rude disdain.

Come away, come sweet love,
The golden morning wastes,
While the sun from his sphere
his fiery arrows casts,
Making all the shadows fly,
Playing, Staying in the grove
To entertain the stealth of love.
Thither, sweet love, let us hie,
Flying, dying in desire
Wing'd with sweet hopes and heav'nly fire.

Come away, come sweet love,
Do not in vain adorn 
Beauty's grace, that should rise
like to the naked morn.
Lilies on the riverside
And the fair Cyprian flow'rs newblown
Desire no beauties but their own,
Ornament is nurse of pride,
Pleasure, measure love's delight.
Haste then, sweet love, our wished flight!

1.
Come again:
Sweet love doth now invite, 
Thy graces that refrain,
To do me due delight,
To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die,
With thee again in sweetest sympathy.
2.
Come again
That I may cease to mourn,
Through thy unkind disdain:
For now left and forlorn,
I sit, I sigh, I weep, I faint, I die,
In deadly pain and endless misery.
6.
Gentle Love,
Draw forth thy wounding dart,
Thou canst not pierce her heart,
For I that to approve,
By sighs and tears more hot than are thy shafts,
Did tempt, while she for triumph laughs.

Flow, my tears, fall from your springs! 
Exiled for ever, let me mourn; 
Where night's black bird her sad infamy sings,  
There let me live forlorn. 
 
Down vain lights, shine you no more! 
No nights are dark enough for those 
That in despair their last fortunes deplore.  
Light doth but shame disclose. 
 
Never may my woes be relieved, 
Since pity is fled; 
And tears and sighs and groans 
my weary days of all joys have deprived. 
 
From the highest spire of contentment 
My fortune is thrown; 
And fear and grief and pain for my deserts 
Are my hopes, since hope is gone. 
 
Hark! you shadows that in darkness dwell, 
Learn to contemn light 
Happy, happy they that in hell 
Feel not the world's despite

[tekst John Dowland]

Fine knacks for ladies, cheap choice, brave and new
Good pennyworths, but money cannot move
I keep a fair, but for the fair to view
A beggar may be liberal of love
Though all my wares be trash, the heart is true

Great gifts are guiles and look for gifts again
My trifles come as treasures from my mind
It is a precious jewel to be plain
Sometimes in shell the Orient's pearl we find
Of others take a sheaf, of me a grain

Within this pack pins, points, laces and gloves
and divers toys, fitting a country fair
but in my heart where duty serves and loves
turtles and twins, Court's brood, a heav'nly pair
Happy the heart that thinks of no removes

[tekst misschien Fulke Greville (1554-1628)]

Say, Love, if ever thou didst find
a woman with a constant mind?
None but she (none but she)
A what should that rare mirror be 
Some goddess or some queen is she
She, she, and only she
She only queen of love and beauty

But could thy fiery poison'd dart
at no time touch a spotless heart
nor come near (no come near)
She is not subject to Love's bow
Her eyes command, her heart saith no
No, no, and only no
One no another still doth follow

How might I that fair wonder know
that mocks desire with endless no?
See the moon (see the moon)
that ever in one change doth grow
yet still the same - and she is so
So, so, and only so
From heav'n her virtues she doth borrow

To her then yield thy shafts and bow
that can command affections so
Love is free! (Love is free)
So are her thoughts that vanquish thee
There is no queen of love, but she
She, she and only she
She only queen of love and beauty

[tekst Dowland?]