Queen Elizabeth I Poems

  • 1.
    No crooked leg, no bleared eye,
    No part deformed out of kind,
    Nor yet so ugly half can be
    As is the inward suspicious mind.
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  • 2.
    Much suspected by me,
    Nothing proved can be,
    Quoth Elizabeth prisoner.

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  • 3.
    The doubt of future foes exiles my present joy,
    And wit me warns to shun such snares as threaten mine annoy;
    For falsehood now doth flow, and subjects' faith doth ebb,
    Which should not be if reason ruled or wisdom weaved the web.
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  • 4.
    I grieve and dare not show my discontent,
    I love and yet am forced to seem to hate,
    I do, yet dare not say I ever meant,
    I seem stark mute but inwardly to prate.
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  • 5.
    When I was fair and young, then favor graced me.
    Of many was I sought their mistress for to be.
    But I did scorn them all and answered them therefore:

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  • 6.
    Oh Fortune, thy wresting wavering state
    Hath fraught with cares my troubled wit,
    Whose witness this present prison late
    Could bear, where once was joy's loan quit.
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  • 7.
    Ah, silly Pug, wert thou so sore afraid?
    Mourn not, my Wat, nor be thou so dismayed.
    It passeth fickle FortuneĆ¢??s power and skill
    To force my heart to think thee any ill.
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  • 8.
    Oh, Fortune! how thy restlesse wavering state
    Hath fraught with cares my troubled witt!
    Witnes this present prisonn, whither fate
    Could beare me, and the joys I quitt.
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  • 9.
    Never think you fortune can bear the sway
    Where virtue's force can cause her to obey.


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Total 9 Poems by Queen Elizabeth I

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Mind 3 Force 2 Change 2 Joy 2 Live 2 God 2 Death 2 Never 2 Away 1 Heart 1

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