WRITTEN IN A FRENCH PSALTER
by Princess Elizabeth (Elizabeth I)
No crooked leg, no bleared eye,
No part deformed out of kind,1
Nor yet so ugly half can be
As is the inward,2 suspicious mind.
Your loving mistress,
Elizabeth
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