...that 'My hart was never broken till this day' and, in hopes that she would see the letter, sighed: 'I that was wont to behold her riding like Alexander,...her pure cheeks like a nymph, sometime sitting in that shade like a goddess, sometime singing like an angel, sometime playing like Orpheus. Behold the...

...that did not stop Raleigh from picturing her with all the conceits of contemporary poetical language: "I that was wont to behold her riding like Alexander,...hair about her pure cheeks like a nymph, sometime singing like an angel, sometime playing like Orpheus; behold! the sorrow of this world once amiss hath...

...the Tower. He then wrote to Cecil describing his agony in not meeting her whom he "was wont to behold riding like Alexander, hunting like Diana, walking...shade like a Goddess, sometime singing like an angel". Imagine the vanity of the Queen who was at that time sixty years old, swallowing the sheer nonsense,...

...the Tower. Raleigh wrote her the most charming letters of entreaty in which he recalled beholding her 'walking like Venus, the gentle wind blowing her fair hair about her pure cheeks fike a nymph', but it was no use. He eventually regained access to the court, if not to the queen's...