And I have shed for him so many a tear.
First when he took my body and made it his own
Although my heart was not yet won.
Again he filled me with great fear,
When so much of his blood spilled out
That, out of grief I thought to ease the pain
By ending my own life and ne’er fear again
The loss, alas, of my one true redoubt.
For him I’ve spurned my honour, and disdained
The only way true happiness is gained.
For him, I’ve gambled conscience, rank and right,
For him, all friends and family I’ve fled,
And all respectability I’ve shed:
In short, with you alone will I unite.
(Mary Stuart)
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