Liz

Fair maiden with thy skin a milky hue. Who rul'd kingdom forty years and more. The church curs'd opposers this thou knew 'Stiny was at thy side praise Him galore. Thy faith diffr'd but conscience fled thee not Cancer would take thee Sister to her grave Thus leaving thee the crown comm'ners all sought in dreams; but loyal subjects knew it nave, to seek the emblem rested 'pon thy head. Although thou had'st suitors thou weren't a wife Fi'ry passion burn'd like thy hair red. Queen chaste married to Christ for all thy life Embroil'd with the French many a year. Thou keepest loyal subjects safe from fear