Behold! A most sensual tale of passion and carnal delights, a ballad of licentiousness and longing, of chastity delicate as spidersilk and lust that burns like the sun! Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth, The Virgin Queen, hath lived threescore and some years untouched by the flesh of a man. Though regents pleaded and royals begged for Her Majesty's buxom sweetness, none yet could catch her interest. But lo, only one man alone with deft fingers and a silver tongue can seed the royal blossom! Hide this volume from the eyes of Christendom and bar these pages from the reach of the baptized, for what follows is only for those of great enough constitution to resist the ardor of John Bertromme!