O Death, Rock Me Asleep,

The King Has Been Very Good To Me. He Promoted Me From A Simple Maid To Be A Marchioness. Then He Raised Me To Be A Queen. Now He Will Raise Me To Be A Martyr.

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

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

Good Christian People, I Am Come Hither To Die, For According To The Law, And By The Law I Am Judged To Die, And Therefore I Will Speak Nothing Against It. I Am Come Hither To Accuse No Man, Nor To Speak Anything Of That, Whereof I Am Accused And Condemned To Die.

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.