“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)
“Now rime, the son of rage, which art no kin to skill,And endless grief, which deads my life, yet knows not how to kill,Go seek that hapless tomb, which if ye hap to find,Salute the stones that keep the bones that held so good a mind.”Fulke Greville, 1st Baron Brooke "Elegy on Sir Philip Sidney" (1593).
“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).