“Who worships Cupid doth adore a boy;Boys' earnest are at first in their delight,But for a new soon leave their dearest toy,And out of mind as soon as out of sight;Their joys be dallyings and their wealth is play,They cry to have and cry to cast away.”Fulke Greville, 1st Baron Brooke LXII. Caelica (1633)
“If Nature did not take delight in blood,She would have made more easy ways to good.We that are bound by vows and by promotion,With pomp of holy sacrifice and rites,To teach belief in good and still devotion,To preach of heaven's wonders and delights —Yet, when each of us in his own heart looks,He finds the God there far unlike his books.”Fulke Greville, 1st Baron Brooke Chorus of Priests. Mustapha (1609)
“Hard-hearted minds relent and rigor's tears abound,And envy strangely rues his end, in whom no fault was found.Knowledge her light hath lost, valor hath slain her knight,Sidney is dead, dead is my friend, dead is the world's delight.”Fulke Greville, 1st Baron Brooke "Elegy on Sir Philip Sidney" (1593).