Ten times five years I liv’d a widow chaste
Now, tir’d of this mortal life, I rest.
I, from my cradle to my grave, have seen
Eight mighty kings of Scotland and a queen.
Full twice five years the Commonwealth I saw;
Ten times the subjects rose against the law.
Twice did I see old prelacy pull’d down!
And twice the cloak was humbled by the gown.
An end of Stuart’s race I saw: nay more!
I saw my country sold for English ore.