But when five years had pass’d, was obliged to lay down,
Notwithstanding reluctance, her Sceptre and Crown.
For death to whom she had sent many a one,
Now called for his victim, and made her his own.
Not by fire and by faggot was she hurried away,
But by painful sickness and loathsome decay.
Now commences the reign of the “Good Queen Bess,”
But why she’s called good I never could guess:
Yet justice constrains me to allow in the main,
That her’s was a glorious and most prosperous reign.