James and Mary Ford, eds. Every Day in the Year. 1902.
May 19Lament of Anne Boleyn on the Eve of Her Execution
By Anne Boleyn (c.1500–1536)D
Through cruel spite and false report,
That I may say, for evermore,
Farewell my joy! adieu comfort!
For wrongfully ye judge of me,
Unto my fame a mortal wound;
Say what ye list, it will not be,
Ye seek for that cannot be found.
Bring me a quiet rest;
Let pass my very guiltless ghost
Out of my careful breast;
Toll on the passing bell,
Ring out the doleful knell,
Let the sound my death tell,
For I must die,
There is no remedy,
For now I die.
Alas! they are so strong
My dolour will not suffer strength
My life for to prolong.
I wail my destiny,
No worth this cruel hap that I
Should taste this misery.
Welcome my present pain;
I feel my torments so increase,
That life cannot remain.
Rung is my doleful knell,
For the sound my death doth tell;
Death doth draw nigh.
Sound my end dolefully,
For now I die.