This is my transcription of the letter from the eleven year-old Princess Elizabeth to her stepmother, Queen Katherine Parr, on New Year, 1545.  The letter accompanied the gift of Elizabeth's translation of Queen Marguerite of Navarre's "Mirror of the Sinful Soul."

I have modernized the spelling and added some punctuation and notes to make it more accessible to the modern reader. For a full facsimile of the letter from the Bodleian Library Ms. Cherry 36, please visit Lara Eakins' wonderful resource, Tudorhistory.org.   — A. Jokinen

NOT ONLY knowing the affectuous will and fervent zeal, the which your highness hath towards all godly learning, as also my duty towards you (most gracious and sovereign princess) but knowing also that pusillanimity¹ and idleness² are most repugnant unto a reasonable creature and that (as the philosopher sayeth) even as an instrument of iron or of other metal waxeth soon rusty unless it be continually occupied. Even so shall the wit of a man, or woman, wax dull and unapt to do or understand anything perfectly, unless it be always occupied upon some manner of study, which things considered hath moved so small a portion as God hath lent me to prove what I could do.

And therefore have I (as for essay beginning, following the right notable saying of the proverb aforesaid) translated this little book out of French rhyme into English prose, joining the sentences together as well as the capacity of my simple wit and small learning could extend themselves. The which book is entitled, or named, The Mirror or Glass, of the Sinful Soul, wherein is contained how she³ (beholding and contemplating what she is) doth perceive how, of herself, and of her own strength, she can do nothing that good is, or prevaileth for her salvation—unless it be through the grace of God, whose mother, daughter, sister, and wife, by the scriptures she proveth herself to be.

Trusting also that through his incomprehensible love, grace and mercy she (being called from sin to repentance) doth faithfully hope to be saved. And although I know that, as for my part, which I have wrought in it (as well spiritual as manual) there is nothing done as it should be, nor else worthy to come in Your Grace's hands, but rather all unperfect and uncorrect: yet do I trust also that albeit it is like a work which is but new begun and shapen, that the style of your excellent wit and godly learning in the reading of it (if so it vouchsafe Your Highness to do) shall rub out, polish, and mend (or else cause to mend) the words (or rather the order of my writing) the which I know in many places to be rude, and nothing done as it should be. But I hope, that after to have been in Your Grace's hands there shall be nothing in it worthy of reprehension and that in the meanwhile no other (but Your Highness only) shall read it or see it, lest my faults be known of many. Then shall they be better excused (as my confidence is in Your Grace's accustomed benevolence) that if I should bestow a whole year in writing, or inventing ways for to excuse them.

Praying God Almighty, the maker and creator of all things, to guarantee unto Your Highness the same New Year's Day, a lucky and a prosperous year with prosperous issue and continuance of many years in good health and continual joy and all to His honour, praise, and glory.

From Ashridge,⁴ the last day
of the year of our Lord God, 1544.

	Notes: 1 pusillanimity, cowardliness, timidity.
	2 idleness, laziness; time not spent doing something worthwhile.
	3 she, i.e., the soul. In the Renaissance, the soul was often referred to with the feminine personal pronoun, instead of "it"; likewise, the sun was often "he", the moon "she", &c.
	4 True to the Renaissance fashion of widely variant spellings, in the manuscript letter, Elizabeth writes it Assherige. Ashridge was one of the manors where Elizabeth lived as princess. It was bequeathed to her at the death of her father, Henry VIII, in 1547. It is in Hertfordshire, northwest of London.