For my part

In yonder tower

there is a flower

that hath my heart

For my part

I should have cried, “Horrible of hue,

hideous canker to behold; you shall rue

this lusty day.”  But to serve him, as I ought,

to Rome I hastened.  “As you have sought,

I entreated Clement: ‘Sanction a divorce (Henry needs a son)’ ...”

Anne Boleyn and I were both undone.

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