The Past Cannot Be Cured.

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 Do Prate. I Am And Not, I Freeze And Yet Am Burned, Since From Myself Another Self I Turned. My Care Is Like My Shadow In The Sun, Follows Me Flying, Flies When I Pursue It, Stands And Lies By Me, Doth What I Have Done.

We Princes Are Set As It Were Upon Stages, In The Sight And View Of All The World. The Least Spot Is Soon Spied In Our Garments, A Blemish Quickly Noticed In Our Doings.

The Use Of Sea And Air Is Common To All; Neither Can A Title To The Ocean Belong To Any People Or Private Persons, Forasmuch As Neither Nature Nor Public Use And Custom Permit Any Possession Therof.

As For My Own Part I Care Not For Death, For All Men Are Mortal; And Though I Be A Woman Yet I Have As Good A Courage Answerable To My Place As Ever My Father Had. I Am Your Anointed Queen. I Will Never Be By Violence Constrained To Do Anything. I Thank God I Am Indeed Endowed With Such Qualities That If I Were Turned Out Of The Realm In My Petticoat I Were Able To Live In Any Place In Christendom.

I Will Be As Good Unto Ye As Ever A Queen Was Unto Her People. No Will In Me Can Lack, Neither Do I Trust Shall There Lack Any Power. And Persuade Yourselves That For The Safety And Quietness Of You All I Will Not Spare If Need Be To Spend My Blood.