Oh Fortune, thy wresting wavering state <br />Hath fraught with cares my troubled wit, <br />Whose witness this present prison late <br />Could bear, where once was joy's loan quit. <br />Thou causedst the guilty to be loosed <br />From bands where innocents were inclosed, <br />And caused the guiltless to be reserved, <br />And freed those that death had well deserved. <br />But all herein can be nothing wrought, <br />So God send to my foes all they have thought.<br /><br />Queen Elizabeth I<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/written-on-a-wall-at-woodstock/
