A short film on Elizabeth I's "Armada dress" + one of her poems
Reconstitution fidèle du célèbre costume
A DRESS TO POWER
ON MONSIEUR'S DEPARTURE
by Elizabeth I, Queen of England
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 supprest.
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.
Written in connection with Monsieur's final leave-taking in 1582.
Tags : love, not, yet, meant, elizabeth i, armada, dress, poem by Elizabeth