The Lady loves me-
I’m certain of it.
It’s not just my read
of a look or glance.
She confessed her love
in a verse redolent
of forbidden
passion and romance.
Elizabeth is of the old faith,.
a highborn lady of eighteen..
She is young like my own daughters,
How inappropriate would our love seem?
I was tutor to the Prince but
Edward’s reign too soon is done
Catholic Mary will be our Queen
I must to the continent be gone.
Jan 5, 2012
Jan 5, 2012 at 11:04 PM UTC
The Lady loves me-
I’m certain of it.
It’s not just my read
of a look or glance.
She confessed her love
in a verse redolent
of forbidden
passion and romance.
Elizabeth is of the old faith,.
a highborn lady of eighteen..
She is young like my own daughters,
How inappropriate would our love seem?
I was tutor to the Prince but
Edward’s reign too soon is done
Catholic Mary will be our Queen
I must to the continent be gone.
This is about the unconsummated love of Elizabeth D'acre, an English Catholic noblewoman, for Sir Anthony Cooke, her much older Protestant tutor and tutor to Edward Tudor. the Lady's affection may well have been requited, but the Ascension of Mary Tudor to the throne of England made Sir Antony's continued presence in England hazardous to his health
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