O Lord Have Mercy On

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.

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

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

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