Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Queen Elizabeth I - 1554 - 1582 Her own poetry + a few portraits

1580 Queen Elizabeth I 1533-1603 Unknown Artist after Zuccarro


Much suspected by me,
Nothing proved can be,
Quoth Elizabeth prisoner.

1590 Queen Elizabeth I 1533-1603 Unknown Artist Jesus College Oxford


Oh Fortune, thy wresting wavering state
Hath fraught with cares my troubled wit,
Whose witness this present prison late
Could bear, where once was joy's loan quit.
Thou causedst the guilty to be loosed
From bands where innocents were inclosed,
And caused the guiltless to be reserved,
And freed those that death had well deserved.
But all herein can be nothing wrought,
So God send to my foes all they have thought.

1590s Queen Elizabeth I 1533-1603 with a Fan, Unknown Artist


No crooked leg, no bleared eye,
No part deformed out of kind,
Nor yet so ugly half can be
As is the inward suspicious mind.

1592 Queen Elizabeth I 1533-1603 Unknown Artist


The doubt of future foes exiles my present joy,
And wit me warns to shun such snares as threaten mine annoy;
For falsehood now doth flow, and subjects' faith doth ebb,
Which should not be if reason ruled or wisdom weaved the web.
But clouds of joys untried do cloak aspiring minds,
Which turn to rain of late repent by changed course of winds.
The top of hope supposed the root upreared shall be,
And fruitless all their grafted guile, as shortly ye shall see.
The dazzled eyes with pride, which great ambition blinds,
Shall be unsealed by worthy wights whose foresight falsehood finds.
The daughter of debate that discord aye doth sow
Shall reap no gain where former rule still peace hath taught to know.
No foreign banished wight shall anchor in this port;
Our realm brooks not seditious sects, let them elsewhere resort.
My rusty sword through rest shall first his edge employ
To poll their tops that seek such change or gape for future joy.

1592 Queen Elizabeth I 1533-1603 Artist Unknown


Never think you fortune can bear the sway
Where virtue's force can cause her to obey.

1592 Queen Elizabeth I 1533-1603 Unknown Artist


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 ere meant.

1592 Queen Elizabeth I 1533-1603 with a Fan, Unknown Artist

1592 Queen Elizabeth I 1533-1603 with a Fan, Unknown Artist

1592 Queen Elizabeth I 1533-1603, Unknown Artist

1598 Queen Elizabeth I 1533-1603 with the Cardinal & Theological Virtues Unknown Artist

1600 Queen Elizabeth I 1533-1603 Unknown Artist

1600+ Queen Elizabeth I 1533-1603 Unknown Artist

Queen Elizabeth I - As a Princess - No Ruff

The open neck, without a ruff, was reserved for unmarried ladies. As Queen, Elizabeth usually wore an elaborate ruff; but even as late as 1598, when German lawyer Paul Hentzner (1558-1623) visited England, he recorded seeing Elizabeth I at Greenwich, "Her bosom was uncovered, as all the English ladies have it, till they marry."

1543-47 Princess Elizabeth Tudor 1533-1603 Detail cropped from dynastic portrait of The Family of Henry VIII including his children

1545 Family of Henry VIII

1546-47 Princess Elizabeth Tudor 1533-1603 by William Scrots

Queen Elizabeth I - 1544 An early letter from Elizabeth age 11

1546-47 Princess Elizabeth Tudor 1533-1603 by William Scrots

This is reportedly the earliest letter surviving in the hand of Elizabeth I.  On 31st July 1544, she wrote to her stepmother, Catherine Parr in Italian.

“Inimical fortune, envious of all good and ever revolving human affairs, has deprived me for a whole year of your most illustrious presence, and, not thus content, has yet again robbed me of the same good; which thing would be intolerable to me, did I not hope to enjoy it very soon. And in this my exile I well know that the clemency of your highness has had as much care and solicitude for my health as the king’s majesty himself. By which thing I am not only bound to serve you, but also to revere you with filial love, since I understand that your most illustrious highness has not forgotten me every time you requested from you. For heretofore I have not dared to write to him. Wherefore I now humbly pray your most excellent highness, that, when you write to his majesty, you will condescend to recommend me to him, praying ever for his sweet benediction, and similarly entreating our Lord God to send him best success, and the obtaining of victory over his enemies, so that your highness and I may, as soon as possible, rejoice together with him on his happy return. No less pray I God, that He would preserve your most illustrious highness; to Whose grace, humbly kissing your hands, I offer and recommend myself.

From St. James’s this 31st July.

Your most obedient daughter, and most faith servant, Elizabeth”