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<div class="WPC-editableContent"><div align="center"> [[File:PniaYs qMZgWqbhhB3pq3w366119.jpeg|607px|Thomas Cromwell- July 28, 1540]]</div> <div align="center"> <br/><br/>Thomas Cromwell, Earl of Essex, one of the greatest statesmen England has ever known was executed on the day of July 28, 1540. Within the year King Henry VIII, "mourned the loss of Cromwell, having perceived that his councillors, "upon light pretext, by false accusations, had made him put to death the <i><b>most faithful</b></i> servant he ever had." His misery was so great that he would not listen to music, and remained shut away in his lodgings." (Alison Weir, 'Henry VIII') As of this year, Thomas Cromwell has been dead for <b><i>469 years</i></b>. Over the years Cromwell has never been shown in a good light, even though it was <b><i>HE</i></b> that got the ball rolling for change in England, even the world. He is finally, on a larger scale, being appreciated for the things he accomplished, and on his death day, we should all say something in Respect and Remembrance for a man that we all admire greatly, or at least respect; it can be some trait you admire in him, or maybe you find him oddly cute, basically it can be anything, just have fun with it because how can anyone be depressed about a man who has been dead for hundreds of years... * This is for the actual man, not the character portrayed by James Frain, in case you didn't know ;D *<br/><br/><font size="5">July 28, 1540 - July 28, 2009</font><br/><div align="center"> <font size="5">469 years... wow.</font><br/><br/><font face="Garamond" size="6"><i>Miei cari Signor Cromwell...</i></font><br/><table align="bottom" cellpadding="3" class="WPC-edit-style-list7 WPC-edit-border-none WPC-edit-styleData-color1=%23000000&amp;color2=%23000000" width="100%">  <tr> <td bgcolor="#000000" class="WPC-edit-borderTop-solid WPC-edit-borderBottom-solid2px WPC-edit-borderLeft-solid" width="50%"> <font face="Garamond"><b>Your name please</b></font></td> <td bgcolor="#000000" class="WPC-edit-borderTop-solid WPC-edit-borderBottom-solid2px WPC-edit-borderRight-solid" width="50%"> <font face="Garamond"><b>Declare what you feel for the man</b></font></td></tr> <tr> <td bgcolor="#000000" class="WPC-edit-borderTop-solid2px WPC-edit-borderLeft-solid" width="50%"> <font face="Impact">Maggie (Maggie-AnneB.)</font></td> <td bgcolor="#000000" class="WPC-edit-borderTop-solid2px WPC-edit-borderRight-solid" width="50%"> <font face="Impact">Thomas Cromwell was, in my opinion, really one of the few driving forces behind the Reformation; which we all know changed England. The tactics Cromwell used were, I believe, what all of us would use; if we were in the same situations as he was, we would do the same things. He was literally in a fight for his life, ever since he took on the role of King's Minister. He had to throw people under the bus, and although I don't agree with some, I can understand and sympathise with him. Going past politics Cromwell was said to have been a pretty great guy. It warms my heart to hear something like that, because I can find it so believable. Overall, Cromwell was/ is my kind of guy. He was intelligent, ambitious, kind to those he loved, hardworking and rememberable. </font><br/><font face="Impact">Go on with your badself Cromwell, we love ya!</font></td></tr> <tr> <td class="WPC-edit-borderLeft-solid" width="50%">  PatsieAnn</td> <td class="WPC-edit-borderRight-solid" width="50%">  A man of intelligence, wit and charm, Cromwell was the father of the reformation in England. History has not always been kind but thinking people know England owes you a debt of gratitude.</td></tr> <tr> <td bgcolor="#000000" class="WPC-edit-borderLeft-solid" width="50%"> <font face="Impact" size="3">Nadin [Naphae]</font></td> <td bgcolor="#000000" class="WPC-edit-borderRight-solid" width="50%"> <font face="Impact" size="3">He is my hero!! He was intelligent, he knew what he wanted and he pursued his goals till the end!<br/></font> <div> <font face="Impact" size="3">He has proven that you can achieve anything, no matter who and no matter what you are. He was loyal to his friends and to his king!! He was a man who loved his country. He did everything for his country. He was and he is a great man!</font></div></td></tr> <tr> <td class="WPC-edit-borderLeft-solid" width="50%"><br/></td> <td class="WPC-edit-borderRight-solid" width="50%"><br/></td></tr> <tr> <td bgcolor="#000000" class="WPC-edit-borderLeft-solid" width="50%"><br/></td> <td bgcolor="#000000" class="WPC-edit-borderRight-solid" width="50%"><br/></td></tr> <tr> <td class="WPC-edit-borderLeft-solid" width="50%"><br/></td> <td class="WPC-edit-borderRight-solid" width="50%"><br/></td></tr> <tr> <td bgcolor="#000000" class="WPC-edit-borderLeft-solid" width="50%"><br/></td> <td bgcolor="#000000" class="WPC-edit-borderRight-solid" width="50%"><br/></td></tr> <tr> <td class="WPC-edit-borderLeft-solid" width="50%"><br/></td> <td class="WPC-edit-borderRight-solid" width="50%"><br/></td></tr> <tr> <td bgcolor="#000000" class="WPC-edit-borderLeft-solid" width="50%"><br/></td> <td bgcolor="#000000" class="WPC-edit-borderRight-solid" width="50%"><br/></td></tr> <tr> <td class="WPC-edit-borderLeft-solid WPC-edit-borderBottom-solid" width="50%"><br/></td> <td class="WPC-edit-borderBottom-solid WPC-edit-borderRight-solid" width="50%"><br/></td></tr></table></div><br/><br/><font face="Garamond" size="6"><i>Fotos para el Señor Cromwell?</i></font><br/><table align="bottom" cellpadding="3" class="WPC-edit-style-list7 WPC-edit-border-none WPC-edit-styleData-color1=%23000000&amp;color2=%23000000" width="100%">  <tr> <td bgcolor="#000000" class="WPC-edit-borderTop-solid WPC-edit-borderBottom-solid2px WPC-edit-borderLeft-solid" width="50%"> <font face="Garamond"><b>Your name goes down there</b></font></td> <td bgcolor="#000000" class="WPC-edit-borderTop-solid WPC-edit-borderBottom-solid2px WPC-edit-borderRight-solid" width="50%"> <font face="Garamond"><b>Thee Pictures go here, oh and also say a little something about it</b></font></td></tr> <tr> <td bgcolor="#000000" class="WPC-edit-borderTop-solid2px WPC-edit-borderLeft-solid" width="50%"> <font face="Impact">Maggie (Maggie-AnneB.)</font></td> <td bgcolor="#000000" class="WPC-edit-borderTop-solid2px WPC-edit-borderRight-solid" width="50%"> [[File:VC5XYMQ U--7-1TDCxQJZw176928.jpeg|396px|Fear Not For The Future, Weep Not For The Past- Percy Bysshe Shelley]]<br/><b><font face="Garamond">"Fear not for the future, Weep not for the past..." what a timeless quote; quoted by Percy Shelley. When I had set out to make this, I COULD NOT FIND ANYTHING TO FIT THIS PICTURE. Then I found this. I think it fits the picture perfectly, especially the "Weep not for the past," although it annoys me for some reason... "Weep not of the past,"ok what I want that to be understood as, he should not worry nor regret what he had done, for it is <u>In The Past</u>. "Fear not for the future," Thomas Cromwell is forever immortal, kept alive by what he had accomplished, what he had ultimately overlooked- <u>Henry Will Hurt You, No Matter What, No Matter Who You Are</u>, and Thomas is kept alive, in memory, by us. The Crommies. </font><font face="Arial">:D</font></b></td></tr> <tr> <td class="WPC-edit-borderLeft-solid" width="50%"><br/></td> <td class="WPC-edit-borderRight-solid" width="50%"><br/></td></tr> <tr> <td bgcolor="#000000" class="WPC-edit-borderLeft-solid" width="50%"><br/></td> <td bgcolor="#000000" class="WPC-edit-borderRight-solid" width="50%"><br/></td></tr> <tr> <td class="WPC-edit-borderLeft-solid" width="50%"><br/></td> <td class="WPC-edit-borderRight-solid" width="50%"><br/></td></tr> <tr> <td bgcolor="#000000" class="WPC-edit-borderLeft-solid WPC-edit-borderBottom-solid" width="50%"><br/></td> <td bgcolor="#000000" class="WPC-edit-borderBottom-solid WPC-edit-borderRight-solid" width="50%"><br/></td></tr></table><br/><font face="Helvetica">One of the best poems out there about Cromwell, was written by the fabulous <font size="4"><b>Howardfan!</b></font></font><br/><font face="Helvetica"><u>Here it is, in all it's Cromwellian Glory.</u></font><br/>Oh and if you want to you can paste your own poem here.<br/><br/><font face="Garamond">CROMWELLS PLEA<br/><br/>Did my hard work serve you well?<br/>Was not my name on your lips swell?<br/>I toiled and strived, I searched and I prayed<br/>I did of my Soverign King and only obeyed<br/>Riches and wealth were granted his to share<br/>No more should Papists claim, for it is not there<br/><br/>The marriage I had you, the marriage to keep<br/>Peace in the realm, oh how I weep<br/>Alone in the tower, a bible in hand<br/>The horrid execution, scheduled at your command<br/>Oh my Loving King, how do you beleive<br/>The rumors of the catholic realm, and what they have conceived?<br/><br/>I die a traitor, I once was well loved<br/>Chancellor and Secretary<br/>I rose higher above<br/>Now I am struck, killed like the game<br/>The arrow has hit me, I am now as the lame<br/><br/>A traitors death, so fitting they cry<br/>Several strokes infront of cruel eye<br/>They laught, they mock, they jeer and they spit<br/>My life may have ended, but I will not burn in the pit<br/></font><i><br/></i><font face="Garamond">Save me lord, king of all kings<br/>Save me from persecution and the devils spike that stings<br/><br/>The king cannot condem my soul<br/>Hell cannot be altered<br/>If I ask for thine forgivness<br/>My faith can not be faltered<br/><br/>They remember my name<br/>In the year of my death<br/>July 1540 Cromwell's last breath<br/><br/><br/><br/><b><i>This is Naphae's poem which is just amazing- kudos Nadin!- </i></b><br/><font size="5"><b><i><u>Zusammenbruch</u></i></b></font><font size="4"><br/><font face="Arial" size="3">(Collapse)</font></font><br/><br/><font size="3"><b><i><font face="Garamond">This poem is in German, and I think that even though it is in German and most likely the majority of us can not read it, I think having it be in German just makes it all the more beautiful and also it just comes to show that the Cromwellian love is taking over the world, and so if you would like to read it in English you can</font> either message me or Naphae herself.</i></b></font><br/><br/><font size="3">Nun ist’s soweit, nun sitz ich hier<br/></font><font color="#ffffff" size="3">Und die üblen Zweifel – sie steigen auf in mir!</font><font size="3"><br/></font><font color="#ffffff" size="3">Ich weis weder ein noch aus…</font><font size="3"><br/></font><font color="#ffffff" size="3">Wie komm ich aus diesem tödlichen Spiel heraus? </font><font color="#ffffff" size="3"><br/></font><font color="#ffffff" size="3"><br/>Wie kam es erst soweit? </font><font size="3"><br/></font><font color="#ffffff" size="3">Ist es die gefürchtete Wirklichkeit? </font><font size="3"><br/></font><font size="3"><font color="#ffffff">Die menschlich realen Sitten!<br/>Ha!, ich hab sie im Leben erlitten.<br/><br/></font><font color="#ffffff">Damals, noch in Freiheit!,</font><br/></font><font color="#ffffff" size="3">als die Sonne schien in heller Klarheit</font><font size="3"><br/></font><font color="#ffffff" size="3">stieg ich aus der Asche der Gemeinen</font><font size="3"><br/></font><font color="#ffffff" size="3">über aller Häupter der vielen Kleinen.</font><font color="#ffffff" size="3"> </font><font size="3"><br/></font><font color="#ffffff" size="3"><br/>Die große Hoffnung keimte,</font><font size="3"><br/></font><font color="#ffffff" size="3">als ich meinen sich’ren Platz gefunden meinte.</font><font size="3"><br/></font><font color="#ffffff" size="3">Mich erreichte die frohe Kunde</font><font size="3"><br/></font><font color="#ffffff" size="3">nach erlitt’ner, schwerer Schicksalsstunde.<br/><br/></font><font color="#ffffff" size="3">Wie ich all das Ungerechte sehe,</font><font size="3"><br/></font><font color="#ffffff" size="3">als ich neben dem Mächtigen stehe.</font><font size="3"><br/></font><font color="#ffffff" size="3">Taten müssen unweigerlich geschehen,</font><font size="3"><br/></font><font color="#ffffff" size="3">damit das Gute und Rechte nicht vergehen!<br/></font><font color="#ffffff" size="3"><br/></font><font color="#ffffff" size="3">Ich setzte mir ein recht hohes Ziel,</font><font size="3"><br/></font><font color="#ffffff" size="3">welches dem Klerus jedoch nicht gefiel.</font><font size="3"><br/></font><font color="#ffffff" size="3">Aber die Zeit für Veränderungen war gekommen</font><font size="3"><br/></font><font color="#ffffff" size="3">und ich hatte mir einen großen Plan vorgenommen.<br/><br/></font><font color="#ffffff" size="3">Es gab doch nur diese schändliche Verehrung</font><font size="3"><br/></font><font color="#ffffff" size="3">allein zur Reichtumsmehrung!</font><font size="3"><br/></font><font color="#ffffff" size="3">Die Zerstörung von all dessen</font><font size="3"><br/></font><font color="#ffffff" size="3">l</font><font color="#ffffff" size="3">ag in meinem vernünftigen Ermessen!</font><font size="3"><br/><br/></font><font size="3">Alles verlief so, wie ich ersann,<br/>die Auflösung der Klöster begann.<br/>Zwar nicht immer auf die richtige Weise,<br/>denn des Feindes Stimme wurd’ gewiss nie leise.<br/><br/>Alsbald bemerkte ich,<br/>dass es schwerer wurde – für mich.<br/>Doch lag nicht des Königs Hand<br/>schützend über mir, wie ein Band?<br/><br/></font><font color="#ffffff" size="3">Ich dachte mir nichts weiter,<br/>blieb des Königs ständiger Begleiter.<br/>Ist hier mein unverzeihlicher Fehler versteckt,<br/>der mich nun erschreckt?<br/><br/>Wieso erkannte ich die Zeichen nicht?<br/>War mein Blick vernebelt in so klarer Sicht?<br/>Zum Schluss sind es nun doch Intrigen,<br/>die mich nicht mehr lassen siegen!<br/><br/>Meine Zweifel nagen immer mehr,<br/>sie zerstören meine innere Wehr!<br/>Ich fühle, wie sie Stück für Stück zerfällt<br/>Und meinen Mut nicht mehr erhält.<br/><br/>Soll ich etwa jetzt in dieser bitt’ren Stund,<br/>kriechen wie ein Hund?<br/>Diese Lügen meiner Feinde zur Wahrheit machen,<br/>damit sie über mir stehen und lachen?<br/><br/>Nein! Ich werde mich nicht meinen Feinden ergeben!<br/>Werde eher in Deiner Unsterblichkeit leben!<br/>Ist dies der Stolz, der in mir strebt?<br/>Oder die Wut, die in meinem Inneren bebt?</font></font></div> <div align="center"> <font face="Garamond" size="3"><font color="#ffffff"><br/>Ich verliere meine Zuversicht<br/>und spüre, wie mein Herz zerbricht!<br/>Gibt es denn für mich keine Hoffnung mehr,<br/>dass ich hier sitzen muss, in diesem grauen Meer?<br/><br/>Wo sind nur meine engsten Vertrauten,<font color="#000000"> </font><br/><font color="#ffffff">die im Stillen mir alles anvertrauten?<br/>Ich half ihnen immer in ihrer Not.<br/>Ist diese Freundschaft nun auch tot?<br/><br/>Mitten in uns’rem gemeinsamen Staate bin ich im Dunkeln fest versperrt.<br/>Bin ich nun meinen Freunden keine Mühe mehr wert?<br/>Mit ach doch so wenigen Schritten<br/>könnten sie beim König für mich Gnade erbitten.<br/><br/>Gewiss müssten sie meine Ängste kennen<br/>und sie auch beim Namen nennen.</font><font color="#000000"><font color="#000000"> </font></font><br/><font color="#ffffff">Einst gaben sie mir stillen Rat,</font><font color="#000000"><font color="#000000"><font color="#000000"> </font></font></font><br/><font color="#ffffff">und nun weis ich, dieses Spiel heißt Verrat!<br/><br/>Wieso kommen sie nicht,<br/>geben mir die dringend gebrauchte Zuversicht?<br/>Tief im Rücken sitzt das Messer -<br/>und nichts wird besser.<br/><br/>Schlimmere Qual erlitt ich nie!<br/>Ich falle demutsvoll auf meine Knie’.<br/>In mir wird es kalt und leer<br/>und Dunkelheit ist um mich her.<br/></font><br/><font color="#ffffff">Oh, Gott!, erbarme Dich mir!<br/>An diesem dunklen Ort, bete ich zu Dir!<br/>Deine Gnade erflehe ich!<br/>All mein Ringen - es ist vergeblich!<br/><br/></font></font></font></div><font color="#ffffff"><font size="3"><font face="Garamond"> <br/><br/><br/><br/><br/></font></font></font> <div align="center"> </div> <div align="center"> <font color="#ff0000" face="Garamond" size="4"><b><i>Confession</i></b></font></div> <div align="center"> <font color="#ff0000" face="Garamond" size="4"><b><i>by Wicked Rose<br/><br/></i></b></font></div> <div align="center"> <font color="#ff0000" face="Courier" size="4"><b><i>I knocked on Heaven's door, but there was no answer</i></b><b><i><br/></i></b></font><font face="Garamond"><font color="#ffffff"><font size="2"><font color="#ffffff"><font color="#ff0000" face="Courier" size="4"><b><i>No angel had shown mercy for my wound</i></b><b><i><br/></i></b><b><i>When my heart was crying, stigmatized by destiny's claw,</i></b><b><i><br/></i></b><b><i>In frozen tears the seal of hatred was immersed.</i></b><b><i><br/></i></b><b><i><br/></i></b><b><i>A martyr or a demon? In this silent night, heavy drops fell</i></b><b><i><br/></i></b><b><i>Melted in the lead of despair, smothered in the heath of Hell</i></b><b><i><br/></i></b><b><i>A yellow page, torn from the first book ever,</i></b><b><i><br/></i></b><b><i>Fades in the forbidden whisper of the initial prayer</i></b><b><i><br/></i></b><b><i><br/></i></b><b><i>In my desperate attempt to find you, I got lost</i></b><b><i><br/></i></b><b><i>On the long and bitter road of searching all that I loved most</i></b><b><i><br/></i></b><b><i>I kneel with my head facing the ground, but I don't ask for mercy</i></b><b><i><br/></i></b><b><i>Hopeless in my salvation I gaze in the shadow of fortune</i></b></font><b><i><br/></i></b><b><i><br/></i></b></font></font></font><br/></font><br/><div> <font face="Garamond" size="6"><i>Qu'est-ce que Cromwell dire?</i></font></div> <table align="bottom" cellpadding="3" class="WPC-edit-style-list7 WPC-edit-border-none WPC-edit-styleData-color1=%23000000&amp;color2=%23474747" width="100%">  <tr> <td bgcolor="#474747" class="WPC-edit-borderTop-solid WPC-edit-borderBottom-solid2px WPC-edit-borderLeft-solid" width="50%"> <b><font face="Garamond">Put the name here... </font></b><br/><b><font face="Garamond">Down here</font></b></td> <td bgcolor="#474747" class="WPC-edit-borderTop-solid WPC-edit-borderBottom-solid2px WPC-edit-borderRight-solid" width="50%"> <font face="Garamond"><b>You can either- Comment on the poem- </b>CROMWELL'S PLEA <b>and any of the other poems.</b></font></td></tr> <tr> <td bgcolor="#000000" class="WPC-edit-borderTop-solid2px WPC-edit-borderLeft-solid" width="50%">  LadyLil</td> <td bgcolor="#000000" class="WPC-edit-borderTop-solid2px WPC-edit-borderRight-solid" width="50%">  The poem made me cry..from the heart, and the soul. Because yes, this beautiful man was killed. Away from our sight, but not out of mind, as long as we remember, he's always alive.</td></tr> <tr> <td class="WPC-edit-borderLeft-solid" width="50%"> <font face="Impact">Maggie (Maggie-AnneB.)</font></td> <td class="WPC-edit-borderRight-solid" width="50%"> <b><font face="Garamond">Commenting on both:</font></b><br/><b><font face="Garamond">CROMWELL'S PLEA is one of the best poems I've read, in general. It touches you in such a way that, for me at least, you're not crying but your heart is aching. Now Nadin's poem- <i>Zusammenbruch, </i>I've read it in English, and it makes you wonder, "Did he really think this, I mean how could he not?" What really makes me love this poem is that it is proof that many people from around the world all love Cromwell. The Cromwellian spirit still lives on and going strong. Three cheers for both Howardfan and Nadin!</font></b><br/><b><font face="Garamond"><font color="#00ff00" size="4">Huzzah, Huzzah, Huzzah!</font> </font></b></td></tr> <tr> <td bgcolor="#000000" class="WPC-edit-borderLeft-solid" width="50%"><br/></td> <td bgcolor="#000000" class="WPC-edit-borderRight-solid" width="50%"><br/></td></tr> <tr> <td class="WPC-edit-borderLeft-solid" width="50%"><br/></td> <td class="WPC-edit-borderRight-solid" width="50%"><br/></td></tr> <tr> <td bgcolor="#000000" class="WPC-edit-borderLeft-solid" width="50%"><br/></td> <td bgcolor="#000000" class="WPC-edit-borderRight-solid" width="50%"><br/></td></tr> <tr> <td class="WPC-edit-borderLeft-solid" width="50%"><br/></td> <td class="WPC-edit-borderRight-solid" width="50%"><br/></td></tr> <tr> <td bgcolor="#000000" class="WPC-edit-borderLeft-solid" width="50%"><br/></td> <td bgcolor="#000000" class="WPC-edit-borderRight-solid" width="50%"><br/></td></tr> <tr> <td class="WPC-edit-borderLeft-solid WPC-edit-borderBottom-solid" width="50%"><br/></td> <td class="WPC-edit-borderBottom-solid WPC-edit-borderRight-solid" width="50%"><br/></td></tr></table><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><embed height="110" src="http://widget.wetpaintserv.us/wiki/thetudorswiki/widget/imeemmusic/8ec13bf27a0e3241dd9d7c97e9c4db9d990c0134" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" wmode="transparent"/></div><br/></div>