I feel like the queen of the oven! I am the Queen of all oven-dry! Master of heat! You may now address me as "Your Royal Highness"!

I've never been scared of the dark, but I'm still terrified of what's in it.

There's only one Elizabeth like me and that's the Queen.

I grieve and dare not show my discontent,
I love and yet am forced to seem to hate,
I do, yet dare not say I ever meant,
I seem stark mute but inwardly do prate.
I am and not, I freeze and yet am burned,
Since from myself another self I turned.

My care is like my shadow in the sun,
Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it,
Stands and lies by me, doth what I have done.

People who know me well, call me Elizabeth. I dislike Liz.

I'd like to be Queen Elizabeth.