Verses Written In Her Book Of Hours - 9 Poem by Mary Stuart

Verses Written In Her Book Of Hours - 9



With feigned good will my friends change toward me,
All the good they do me is to wish me dead,
As if, while I lay helplessly,
They cast lots for my garments round my bed.

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Mary Stuart

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