O Death, rock me asleep, bring me to quiet rest, let pass my weary guiltless ghost out of my careful breast.
Anne BoleynAnd thus I take my leave of the world and of you all, and I heartily desire you all to pray for me.
Anne BoleynO Death, rock me asleep, bring me to quiet rest, let pass my weary guiltless ghost out of my careful breast.
Anne BoleynAnd thus I take my leave of the world and of you all, and I heartily desire you all to pray for me.
Anne Boleyn