O Death, Rock Me Asleep, Bring Me

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.

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 Death, Rock Me Asleep, Bring Me To Quiet Rest, Let Pass My Weary Guiltless Ghost Out Of My Careful Breast.

If Any Person Should Meddle With My Cause, I Require Them To Judge The Best'.