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

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

The executioner is, I believe, very expert and my neck is very slender

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

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

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.

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

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.

Good Christian people, I am come hither to die, for according to the law, and by the law I am judged to die, and therefore I will speak nothing against it. I am come hither to accuse no man, nor to speak anything of that, whereof I am accused and condemned to die.