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.