• A short film on Elizabeth I's "Armada dress" + one of her poems

    Reconstitution fidèle du célèbre costume


    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.



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