|Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.|
England: Vols. IIV. 187679.
|Queen Elizabeths Verses While Prisoner at Woodstock|
Writ with Charcoal on a Shutter
OH, Fortune! how thy restlesse wavering state
|Hath fraught with cares my troubled witt!|
|Witness this present prisonn, whither fate|
| Could beare me, and the joys I quit.|
|Thou causedest the guiltie to be losed|| 5|
|From bandes, wherein are innocents inclosed:|
| Causing the guiltles to be straite reserved,|
| And freeing those that death hath well deserved.|
|But by her envie can be nothing wroughte,|
|So God send to my foes all they have thoughte.|
A. D. MDLV. ELIZABETHE, PRISONNER.