The QUEEN.
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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.