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Queen Elizabeth
Queen Elizabeth

The Daughter of Debate
The Daughter of Debate

The dread 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 subjectís faith doth ebb;

Which would not be if Reason ruled, or Wisdom weaved the Web.

But clouds of toys untried do cloak aspiring minds,

Which turn to rain of late repent by course of changed winds.

The top of hope supposed the root of ruth will be,

And fruitless all their graffed guiles, as shortly ye shall see.

Those dazzled eyes with pride, which great ambition blinds,

Shall be unsealed by worthy wights whose foresight falsehood finds.

The Daughter of Debate, that eke discord doth sow,

Shall reap no gain where former rule hath taught still peace to grow.

No foreign banished wight shall anchor in this port;

Our realm it brooks no strangerís force, let them elsewhere resort.

Our rusty sword with rest shall first his edge employ,

To poll their tops that seek such change and gape for joy.

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