Poems in Elizabeth I

       
       I grieve and dare not show my discontent
　　
    I love and yet I'm forced to seem to hate
　　
    I do yet dare not say I ever meant
　　
    I seem stark mute yet inwordly do prate
　　
    I am and I'm not
　　
    I freeze yet I'm burned
　　
    since from myself another self I turned
　　
    my care is like my shadow in the sun
　　
    follows me flying
　　
    fly is when I pursue it
　　
    stands and lies by me
　　
    does what I have done
　　
    or let me live with some more sweet content
　　
    or die
　　
    and so forget love I meant






 
       What I must not say is that I love you

       The more I let you go

       the more I seem to have need of you

       And it will not go away

       no matter how much I command it

       Do you the queen is mistress of her feelings

        No She is a fool for love

        A hopeless fool






        My prime of youth is but a frost of cares

        My feast of joy is but a dish of pain

        My cup of corn is but a field of tares

        And all my good is but vain hope of gain

        The day is gone and yet I saw no sun

        And now I live

        And now my life is done