I Will Be As Good Unto Ye

[on Thomas Seymour's Death:] This Day Died A Man Of Much Wit And Very Little Judgment.

Although I May Not Be A Lioness, I Am A Lion's Cub, And Inherit Many Of His Qualities; And As Long As The King Of France Treats Me Gently He Will Find Me As Gentle And Tractable As He Can Desire; But If He Be Rough, I Shall Take The Trouble To Be Just As Troublesome And Offensive To Him As I Can.

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.

I Will Never Be By Violence Constrained To Do Anything.

Though I Am Not Imperial, And Though Elizabeth May Not Deserve It, The Queen Of England Will Easily Deserve To Have An Emperor's Son To Marry.