I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you’re always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call. But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
in 1533, Elizabeth I was the daughter of Henry VIII and Anne Boleyn. She was the last monarch of the House of Tudor. Nicknamed the Virgin Queen, Good Queen Bess or even Gloriana, she was more moderate than her father and half-siblings when it came to ruling. Some historians depict Elizabeth as a short-tempered, sometimes indecisive ruler, who enjoyed more than her share of luck. Towards the end of her reign, a
series of economic and military problems weakened her popularity.
Elizabeth is acknowledged as a charismatic monarch and a dogged
survivor in an era when government was ramshackle and limited, and when monarchs in neighbouring countries faced internal problems that jeopardized their thrones.