The Queen

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.

Isaiah xxxii. 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 Joys
Of this vain World are past,
The Pain of Death will sure disturb
Your Bodies frail at last.