Et que sus bas étant assez punie,
J'aie ma part en la joie infinie."
The verses are written on a sheet of paper, by Mary herself, in a large rambling hand. The following literal translation of them was made by a countrywoman of Mary's, a lady in beauty of person and elegance of mind by no means inferior to that accomplished and unfortunate princess:
"Alas, what am I? and in what estate?
A wretched corse bereaved of its heart,
An empty shadow, lost, unfortunate:
To die is now in life my only part.
Foes to my greatness, let your envy rest,
In me no taste for grandeur now is found;
Consum'd by grief, with heavy ills oppress'd,