myhistoryobsession:“I grieve and dare not show my discontent;I love, and yet am forced to se

myhistoryobsession: “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;His too familiar care doth make me rue it.No means I find to rid him from my breast,Till by the end of things it be suppressed. Some gentler passion slide into my mind,For I am soft and made of melting snow;Or be more cruel, Love, and so be kind.Let me or float or sink, be high or low;Or let me live with some more sweet content,Or die, and so forget what love e’er meant.” ‘On Monsieur’s Departure’ — A poem by Elizabeth I, Queen of England about the departure of Francis, Duke of Anjou and Alençon whom Queen Elizabeth called her ‘Frog Prince.’ -- source link
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