Found poem (excerpts from G. Burnet,The History of the Reformation, 1679)

Brought to the scaffold,
she made a short speech,
the last scene of this fatal tragedy.
She was come to die,
she would accuse none,
prayed for a gentle Prince,
a good and gentle sovereign Lord.

And so she took her leave,
her head cut off
by the Hangman of Calais,
expert at beheading.
Her eyes and lips,
observed to move,
her body thrown
into a common chest of Elme
and buried in the chappel. 

Speak honourably of her,
she of all King Henries Wives
gained most from his esteem
and then outlived his love.