First book, 17: Come again sweet love.

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.

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.

All the day the sun that lends me shine

By frowns doth cause me pine

And feeds me with delay;

Her smiles, my springs that makes my joy to grow,

Her frowns the winter of my woe.

All the night my sleeps are full of dreams,

My eyes are full of streams.

My heart takes no delight

• Artist:John Dowland
• Album:The Journey & The Labyrinth: The Music Of John Dowland (2007)