
Queen Elizabeth I
Ah Silly Pug Wert Thou So Sore Afraid
Ah, silly Pug, wert thou so sore afraid
Mourn not, my Wat, nor be thou so dismayed
It passeth fickle Fortune’s power and skill To force my heart to think thee any ill
No Fortune base, thou sayest, shall alter thee
When I Was Fair And Young
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:
Go, go, go, seek some other where; importune me no more
Oh Fortune!
Oh,
Fortune
how thy restlesse wavering
Hath fraught with cares my troubled witt
In Defiance of Fortune
Never think you fortune can bear the
Where virtue's force can cause her to obey
Written in her French Psalter
No crooked leg, no bleared eye,
No part deformed out of kind,
Nor yet so ugly half can
As is the inward suspicious mind
On Monsieurs Departure
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
The Doubt of Future Foes
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
Written on a Wall at Woodstock
Oh Fortune, thy wresting wavering
Hath fraught with cares my troubled wit,
Whose witness this present prison
Could bear, where once was joy's loan quit
Written with a Diamond on her Window at Woodstock
Much suspected by me,
Nothing proved can be,
Quoth Elizabeth prisoner