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“She was the wisest woman that ever was, for she understood the interests and dispositions of all the princes in her time, and was so perfect in the knowledge of her own realm, that no councillor she had could tell her anything she did not know before.”

Around ten o'clock that evening, with heavy rain pattering against the windows, Elizabeth turned her face to the wall and fell into a deep sleep from which she would never wake. With Dr Parry, who ‘sent his prayers before her soul’, and her old friends Lady Warwick and Lady Scrope by her side, she passed to eternal rest, ‘mildly like a lamb, easily, like a ripe apple from a tree’, shortly before three o'clock in the morning of Thursday, 24 March, 'as the most resplendent sun setteth at last in a western cloud’. – Alison Weir, Life of Elizabeth I