O Death, rock me asleep, bring me to quiet rest, let pass my weary guiltless ghost out of my careful breast.
And thus I take my leave of the world and of you all, and I heartily desire you all to pray for me.
The executioner is, I believe, very expert; and my neck is very slender
King has absolute power. And what he has given he can taken away.
To Jesus Christ I commend my soul; Lord Jesus receive my soul.
Remember me when you do pray that hope doth lead from day to day.