TheQUEEN.
Rise up, ye Women that are at Ease; hear my Voice, ye careless Daughters; give Ear unto my Speech. Many Days and Years shall ye be troubled.
Isaiahxxxii. 9 & 10.
Hither, ye Ladies of Renown,And Matrons rich, repair;For Death to you now clearly tells,A mortal Tribe ye are.When the glad Years and empty JoysOf this vain World are past,The Pain of Death will sure disturbYour Bodies frail at last.
Hither, ye Ladies of Renown,And Matrons rich, repair;For Death to you now clearly tells,A mortal Tribe ye are.When the glad Years and empty JoysOf this vain World are past,The Pain of Death will sure disturbYour Bodies frail at last.
Hither, ye Ladies of Renown,And Matrons rich, repair;For Death to you now clearly tells,A mortal Tribe ye are.
Hither, ye Ladies of Renown,
And Matrons rich, repair;
For Death to you now clearly tells,
A mortal Tribe ye are.
When the glad Years and empty JoysOf this vain World are past,The Pain of Death will sure disturbYour Bodies frail at last.
When the glad Years and empty Joys
Of this vain World are past,
The Pain of Death will sure disturb
Your Bodies frail at last.