Famous love letters

    Women are , were and will be marvelous creatures capable of inspiring the most powerful feeling in the realm of human beings : LOVE . They inspired poets, dramatists and writers. Even kings were nothing but  mere slaves in front of the storm that swept their hearts. 

    Some of the most famous letters written by a king, were those written by the infamous Henry the VIII for his object of affection Anne Boleyn. The letters ooze love , but unfortunately  we all know how that love ended. But let's not dwell into  the world of sadness, let´s find the light of these unforgettable love letters. 

 “   My mistress and friend:  I and my heart put ourselves in your hands, begging you to have them suitors for your good favour, and that your affection for them should not grow less through absence.  For it would be a great pity to increase their sorrow since absence does it sufficiently, and more than ever I could have thought possible reminding us of a point in astronomy, which is, that the longer the days are the farther off is the sun, and yet the more fierce.  So it is with our love, for by absence we are parted, yet nevertheless it keeps its fervour, at least on my side, and I hope on yours also:  assuring you that on my side the ennui of absence is already too much for me:  and when I think of the increase of what I must needs suffer it would be well nigh unbearable for me were it not for the firm hope I have and as I cannot be with you in person, I am sending you the nearest possible thing to that, namely, my picture set in a bracelet, with the whole device which you already  know.  Wishing myself in their place when it shall please you.  This by the hand of

Your loyal servant and friend

H. Rex “

 “  Mine own sweetheart, these shall be to advertise you of the great loneliness that I find here since your departing, for I ensure you methinketh the time longer since your departing now last than I was wont to do a whole fortnight:  I think your kindness and my fervents of love causeth it, for otherwise I would not have thought it possible that for so little a while it should have grieved me, but now that I am coming toward you methinketh my pains been half released....  Wishing myself (specially an evening) in my sweetheart's arms, whose pretty dukkys I trust shortly to kiss.  Written with the hand of him that was, is, and shall be yours by his will.

H.R.”

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