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.15001536)
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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.