Essex's Own Words
I have such a humour fallen down into one side of my head as I dare not look out of my chamber.
I live still to curse my birthday and to long for my grave.
I beseech your Majesty pardon my confused, rude writing, for I protest unto your Majesty that unkindness and sorrow have broken both my heart and my wits.
I wish to be out of my prison, which I account my life.
Earth, sea, heaven, hell, are subject unto laws ; But I! poor I! must suffer and know no cause.