Copy ImageThe past can not be cured
Elizabeth I
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If I follow the inclination of my nature, it is this: beggar-woman and single, far rather than queen and married
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I observe and remain silent
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This is the Lord's doing, and it is marvelous in our eyes
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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
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