O Death, Rock Me Asleep, Bring Me

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

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.

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

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

King Has Absolute Power. And What He Has Given He Can Taken Away.