Sonnet To Lord Bothwell - 7 Poem by Mary Stuart

Into his hands and wholly in his power
I place my son, my honour and my all,
My country, my subjects, my surrendered soul
And trust him with my life, and want no more
For my purpose than to follow his command,
And never fail him despite the suffering
That may attend, for I desire nothing
But, my faith, to have him understand
Whatever weather, fair or foul, we face,
My love will never change its dwelling place.
In short, I'll prove my faith so he takes heed
And learns of my constancy, not by some pretence,
Nor artful sighs nor feigned obedience
As others have shown him, but by my every deed.