O Death, rock me asleep, bring me to quiet rest, let pass my weary guiltless ghost out of my careful breast.
If it ever lay in my power, I will work the Cardinal as much displeasure as he has done to me.
The executioner is, I believe, very expert; and my neck is very slender
O Lord have mercy on me, to God I commend my soul.
Remember me when you do pray that hope doth lead from day to day.
To Jesus Christ I commend my soul; Lord Jesus receive my soul.