18th May, 1536, Tower of London
From Anne the Quene to Her Grace, Princess Elizabeth Tudor of Wales,
This shall be the last letter I ever write, and I would not see it written to anyone but you, my only daughter. From my window I watch the dusk ebb away, and the sky flare up like a blushing rose; twilight of this new day, my last day, has come.
They will make sure that u never know me, my Elizabeth, and if they do me, they will see that u know me as the lewd, traitorous whore your father created and destroyed. Still I urge u to love him because though the fiery passion with which he once loved me soured he always made an effort to love u despite your mother.
Very soon I will go vooruit, voorwaarts and die disgraced, humiliated, but for now I urge u to live as I have. When I was just a child in the court of Margaret of Austria, and then in that French court of Marguerite of Navarre, I had a taste of what true living, exciting living, was, and in time I hope that u will heed my advice and continue to change this world where I could not.
I have charged my own chaplain Matthew Parker with your spiritual care and he has assured me that he will bring u up according to the faith I myself would have chosen for you. This is an age of reform in every way imaginable, and perhaps someday u will live in an England where the religious boeken I read might be celebrated as the paragons of truth that I know them to be. In matters of church u may not always be your own leader; your father was ever-generous with me, and I am thankful for it, that he allowed me to preside over his clergy, appoint his men, endorse the English Bible, and even spare heretics who might have suffered deaths meer shameful than mine shall certainly be.
Whatever your faith I hope that u will sympathize with the persecuted and be a friend to those who toon u kindness; I fear that, because of who your mother is, there will be few who do. Dawn approaches; I must finish. Sweet girl, I fear that u may never be queen; but regardless u must be the most learned princess that u can. Let your sex not hamper your mind; develop opinions, share opinions. This world is vain, this world is lascivious; love God but follow that word of Ecclesiastes and live every dag knowing the volgende one might be taken from u without preamble.
Lastly I warn you, from a woman condemned to the beautiful woman someday u shall be, of the treachery of men. Men will rule you, Elizabeth, and they will lead u door your desire and door their promises; but know that u must lead men door their passion and with your half-promises. That is the only way. I have no shame in that I was not the icy mother to u that a queen ought to be with her litter. I have loved u as your father loves you, but they will never let u know that.
— Anne the Quene
From Anne the Quene to Her Grace, Princess Elizabeth Tudor of Wales,
This shall be the last letter I ever write, and I would not see it written to anyone but you, my only daughter. From my window I watch the dusk ebb away, and the sky flare up like a blushing rose; twilight of this new day, my last day, has come.
They will make sure that u never know me, my Elizabeth, and if they do me, they will see that u know me as the lewd, traitorous whore your father created and destroyed. Still I urge u to love him because though the fiery passion with which he once loved me soured he always made an effort to love u despite your mother.
Very soon I will go vooruit, voorwaarts and die disgraced, humiliated, but for now I urge u to live as I have. When I was just a child in the court of Margaret of Austria, and then in that French court of Marguerite of Navarre, I had a taste of what true living, exciting living, was, and in time I hope that u will heed my advice and continue to change this world where I could not.
I have charged my own chaplain Matthew Parker with your spiritual care and he has assured me that he will bring u up according to the faith I myself would have chosen for you. This is an age of reform in every way imaginable, and perhaps someday u will live in an England where the religious boeken I read might be celebrated as the paragons of truth that I know them to be. In matters of church u may not always be your own leader; your father was ever-generous with me, and I am thankful for it, that he allowed me to preside over his clergy, appoint his men, endorse the English Bible, and even spare heretics who might have suffered deaths meer shameful than mine shall certainly be.
Whatever your faith I hope that u will sympathize with the persecuted and be a friend to those who toon u kindness; I fear that, because of who your mother is, there will be few who do. Dawn approaches; I must finish. Sweet girl, I fear that u may never be queen; but regardless u must be the most learned princess that u can. Let your sex not hamper your mind; develop opinions, share opinions. This world is vain, this world is lascivious; love God but follow that word of Ecclesiastes and live every dag knowing the volgende one might be taken from u without preamble.
Lastly I warn you, from a woman condemned to the beautiful woman someday u shall be, of the treachery of men. Men will rule you, Elizabeth, and they will lead u door your desire and door their promises; but know that u must lead men door their passion and with your half-promises. That is the only way. I have no shame in that I was not the icy mother to u that a queen ought to be with her litter. I have loved u as your father loves you, but they will never let u know that.
— Anne the Quene
Shines down upon u
May it be when darkness falls
Your hart-, hart will be true
u walk a lonely road
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Mornië utúlië
Believe and u will find your way
Mornië alantië
A promise lives within u now
May it be the shadow's call
Will fly away
May it be your journey on
To light the dag
When the night is overcome
u may rise to find the sun
Mornië utúlië
Believe and u will find your way
Mornië alantië
A promise lives within u now
A promise lives within u now
were lines that i couldn't change
i was lost, oh yeah
i was lost, i was lost
crossed lines i shouldn't have crossed
i was lost, oh yeah
yeah, how long must u wait for it?
yeah, how long must u pay for it?
yeah, how long must u wait for it?
i was scared, i was scared
tired and underprepared
but i'll wait for it
if u go, if u go
and leave me down here on my own
then i'll wait for u
yeah, how long must u wait for it?
yeah, how long must u pay for it?
yeah, how long must u wait for it?
singin' please, please, please
come back and sing to me
to me, me
come on and sing it out, now, now
come on and sing it out,
to me, me
come back and sing
in my place, in my place
were lines that i couldn't change
I was lost, oh yeah
oh yeah