From Anne the Quene to Her Grace, Princess Elizabeth Tudor of Wales,
This shall be the last letter I ever write, and I would not see it written to anyone but you, my only daughter. From my window I watch the dusk ebb away, and the sky flare up like a blushing rose; twilight of this new day, my last day, has come.
They will make sure that you never know me, my Elizabeth, and if they do me, they will see that you know me as the lewd, traitorous whore your father created and destroyed. Still I urge you to love him...
Can these be my hands
Why won't they follow my commands
Someone took my breath from me
I can't see and i can't speak
I had a dream you were a snake
I guess this proves i knew you well
I had a dream when i was falling down
Until i landed under you
Go to hell and leave me with
The keys to your car
Delia will drive me through the rain
And it's just like you to pick the perfect time
When i'm already down and there
"Good Christian people, I have come here to die according to the law and thus yield myself to the will of the King, my Lord. And if ever in my life I did offend the King's grace, then surely with my death I do now atone.(...)Where for I submit to death a goodwill, humbly asking for pardon from all the world. If anyone should take up my case, I ask them only to judge it kindly. Thus I take my leave of the world and of you, I heartily desire all of you to pray for me."