Sonnet To Lord Bothwell - 6 Poem by Mary Stuart

I call you my sole sustenance of life
Only because I seek to make it true;
Thus I dare force myself in all I do
In order to win you despite all the strife.
For your dear friend has one desire alone:
To serve you and to love you loyalty
And think nothing of adversity
And to your will subject my own.
You'll see how large a part obedience plays
In my devotion, and I will study always
The science of pleasing you most loyally;
Loving only you, a servant to your will,
I wish, with no pretence, to fulfil
My life and death, and with this I will comply.