O Death, Rock Me Asleep, Bring Me

Remember Me When You Do Pray That Hope Doth Lead From Day To Day.

The Executioner Is, I Believe, Very Expert; And My Neck Is Very Slender

From A Private Gentlewoman You Have Made Me First A Marchioness, Then A Queen; And, As You Can Raise Me No Higher In The World, You Are Now Sending Me To Be A Saint In Heaven.

O Lord Have Mercy On Me, To God I Commend My Soul.

If It Ever Lay In My Power, I Will Work The Cardinal As Much Displeasure As He Has Done To Me.