Truncated Sonnet: ''Elizabeth I''
O, noble Belovéd,
how sovereign you are!
Your rule is exalted;
for you, we'd go to war,
conquer, and pillage. All men
honor you, as do we;
they, Protestant, and pagan,
swear unto you fealty.
So, grant us, our Daughter,
this one wish; bless us now
with blood, oil, and water
on our sworn heads and brow:
for you're now England's Queen,
with reign all but foreseen!
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