“O Lord have mercy on me, to God I commend my soul.”

From a private gentlewoman you have made me first a marchioness, then a queen; and, as you can raise me no higher in the world, you are now sending me to be a saint in Heaven.

King has absolute power. And what he has given he can taken away.

Remember me when you do pray that hope doth lead from day to day.

And thus I take my leave of the world and of you all, and I heartily desire you all to pray for me.

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.

The king has been very good to me. He promoted me from a simple maid to be a marchioness. Then he raised me to be a queen. Now he will raise me to be a martyr.

O Death, rock me asleep, bring me to quiet rest, let pass my weary guiltless ghost out of my careful breast.

If any person should meddle with my cause, I require them to judge the best’.

To Jesus Christ I commend my soul; Lord Jesus receive my soul.