(William Blake) Sweet dreams form a shade, O'er my lovely infants head. Sweet dreams of pleasant streams, By happy silent moony beams Sweet sleep with
dog-star shining tonight Every night Every night All my distances afar This cowboy song, is all I know To bring me back into your arms This cowboy song
: (Music by Henry Purcell, Lyrics by John Dryden) What power art thou, Who from below, Hast made me rise, Unwillingly and slow, From beds of everlasting
: (William Blake) Sweet dreams form a shade, O'er my lovely infants head. Sweet dreams of pleasant streams, By happy silent moony beams Sweet sleep
: (John Dowland) (Instrumental)
: (John Dowland) Flow my teares fall from your springs, Exilde for ever: Let me morne Where nights black bird hir sad infamy sings, There let me live
: (John Dowland) Can she excuse my wrongs with Virtue's cloak? Shall I call her good when she proves unkind? Are those clear fires which vanish into
: (John Dowland) [Extract from a letter to Sir Robert Cecil...]
tops, the ant her gall The fly her spleen, the little spark his heat; The slender hairs cast shadows, through but small, And bees have stings, although
: (John Dowland) Come heavy sleepe the image of true death; And close up these my weary weeping eyes: Whose spring of tears doth stop my vitall breath
: (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