[on Thomas Seymour's Death:] This Day Died

I Thank God I Am Endued With Such Qualities That If I Were Turned Out Of The Realm In My Petticoat I Were Able To Live In Any Place In Christendom.

I Have Never Been Able To Be So Allured By The Prospect Of Advantages Or So Terrified By Misfortunes, Swayed By Honours Or Fettered By Affection, Nay Not Even So Smitten By The Fear Of Death, As To Enter Upon Marriage.

As For Me, I See No Such Great Cause Why I Should Either Be Fond To Live Or Fear To Die. I Have Had Good Experience Of This World, And I Know What It Is To Be A Subject And What To Be A Sovereign. Good Neighbours I Have Had, And I Have Met With Bad: And In Trust I Have Found Treason.

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.

My Seat Has Been The Seat Of Kings, And I Will Have No Rascal To Succeed Me.