It was not a coalition of factions that brought down Anne but Henry’s disaffection caused by her miscarriage of a defective child, the one act, besides adultery, that would certainly destroy his trust in her.
Retha Warnicke
O death, rock me asleep, Bring me on quiet rest, Let pass my very guiltless ghost Out of my careful breast; Toll on the passing bell, Ring out my doleful knell, Let the sound my death tell. For I must die, There is no remedy, For now I die.My paines who can express? Alas! they are so strong, My dolour will not suffer strength, My life for to prolong; 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.Alone in prison strong, I wail my destiny; Wo worth this cruel hap that I Should taste this misery. 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.Farewell my pleasures past, Welcome my present pain, I feel my torments so increase, That life cannot remain. Cease now the passing bell, Rung is my doleful knell, For the sound my death doth tell, Death doth draw nigh, Sound my end dolefully, For now I die.
A poem said to have been written by Anne Boleyn just before her execution.