She does your bidding for her honour's sake. <br />I do your bidding and have naught but strife <br />Since, unlike her, alas, I'm not your wife. <br />And though this precedence she cannot take, <br />She uses constancy to benefit her name <br />-For there's small honour as mere mistress of your house- <br />While I, for loving you, receive only abuse. <br />And I will not give way to her, nor play her game. <br />She does not grasp the danger you are in; <br />I cannot rest for fear of what may be. <br />She made your acquaintance through her family; <br />I bring you love and thus defy my kin. <br />But nonetheless you doubt if I be true <br />And place your trust in her loyalty to you.<br /><br />Mary Stuart<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-to-lord-bothwell-2/
