"I grieve, yet dare not show my discontent;
I love and yet am froced to seem to hate;
I dote, but dare not what I meant;
I seem stark mute, yet inwardly do prate.
I am, and am not, freeze and yet I burn,
since from myself my other self I turn.
My care is like my shadow in the sun,
follows me flying, flys when I pursue it,
stands and lives by me, does what I have done.
Oh let me live with some more sweet content,
or die, and so forget what love e'er meant."
-Elizabeth I
I love and yet am froced to seem to hate;
I dote, but dare not what I meant;
I seem stark mute, yet inwardly do prate.
I am, and am not, freeze and yet I burn,
since from myself my other self I turn.
My care is like my shadow in the sun,
follows me flying, flys when I pursue it,
stands and lives by me, does what I have done.
Oh let me live with some more sweet content,
or die, and so forget what love e'er meant."
-Elizabeth I
