Mary Tudor and Eustace Chapuys

It's so hard to say that I'm sorry
I'll make everything alright
All these things that I've done
What have I become, and where'd I go wrong?
I don't mean to hurt just to put bạn first
I won't tell bạn lies
I will stand accused
With my hand on my tim, trái tim
I'm just trying to say

I'm sorry
It's all that I can say
You mean so much
And I'd fix all that I've done
If I could start again
I'd throw it all away
To the shadows of regrets
And bạn would have the best of me

I know that I can't take back all of the mistakes
But I will try
Although it's not easy
I know bạn believe me
Cause I would not lie
Don't...

October 27, [ ? ].

Good Sister, as to hear of your sickness is unpleasant to me, so is it nothing fearful; for that I understand it is your old guest that is wont oft to visit you, whose coming though it be oft, yet is it never welcome, but notwithstanding it is comfortable for that iacula præuisa minus feriunt. And as I do understand your need of Jane Russel's service, so am I sorry that it is bởi my man's occasion letted, which if I had known afore, I would have caused his will give place to need of her service. For as it is her duty to obey his commandment, so is it his part to attend your...