[…] suddenly I found my self face to face with His Majesty. He loomed so large, those blue and laughing eyes so bright, the smile so dazzling I felt the breath go out of me. He spoke his lines of love to Marion with bold and clever grace, and I spoke mine with equal elegance. Then he swept me up within his arms, my feet did lose the ground. I know ‘twas in the scripted play this close embrace, but I swear I felt the cod beneath the codpiece stir and when he kissed me, that too was most sincere.
Robin Maxwell - The Secret Diary of Anne Boleyn