I, with whose colours Myra dress'd her head, I, that ware posies of her own hand-making, I, that mine own name in the chimneys read By Myra finely wrought ere I was waking:…
Fulke Greville was an aristocrat who lived during the reigns of Queen Elizabeth I and James I, serving both with distinction in a number of posts including Secretary of State to Wales. He was a thoughtful and often gravely serious poet and also a writer of sonnets and closet dramas. His most famous work is probably the biography of his close friend Sir Philip Sidney. He was one of the Queen’s favourites although he occasionally fell out of favour due to his tendency to make trips abroad without gaining royal permission first. He was a successful parliamentarian, both Commons and Lords, and a capable administrator who would eventually suffer a violent death at the hands of one of his own servants. Greville was born on the 3rd October 1554 at Beauchamp Court which is close to the small town of Alcester in Warwickshire. He was initially known as Sir Fulke Greville but eventually inherited other family titles before being elevated to the peerage in 1621, becoming Baron Brooke. He was the latest in a long line of well-connected family members going back hundreds of years. His early life is not clear but he did study at Jesus College, Cambridge from the age of 14. It was soon evident that he would have a career as a civil servant and his first post was in the court of the Welsh Marches, granted to him by Sir Henry Sidney, the father of his friend Philip. He resigned after only a year when the opportunity to serve the Queen arose and he was joined at court by Philip Sidney. Greville was much appreciated for his capabilities as an administrator and his sober character. He also had political ambitions and was elected as Member of Parliament for Southampton in 1581 which led, two years later, to his appointment as Secretary to the Principality of Wales. Greville, Sidney and Sir Edward Dyer, among others, were part of a literary group called “Areopagus” whose aim was to introduce Latin and Greek classical meters into English verse. Much of Greville’s poetry was considered Calvinistic in its dark and thoughtful views of philosophical matters, art and literature. He wrote about political and moral subjects in a grave, often sententious style. He also wrote closet dramas which are plays in verse form that are not intended for the stage but might be read by an individual, or perhaps read out loud in small gathering. An example of his closet drama, called Mustapha, is reproduced here: Greville had ambitions to take up military service but the Queen mostly refused to grant her permission for him to do so. He particularly wanted to go to the Spanish West Indies with Sir Francis Drake and also to join Robert Dudley’s army fighting in the Netherlands. His friend Philip Sidney did, however, go to the Netherlands and was killed. Greville was so affected by this that he memorialised Sidney in the biographical Life of the Renowned Sir Philip Sidney. Towards the end of Elizabeth’s reign he was Treasurer of the Navy and retained this post when James I became king. As a reward for past services, James granted Greville the dilapidated Warwick Castle which, with a considerable amount of money being spent on it, became the grand castle that it still is today. After a lifetime of service to the crown he was elevated to the peerage in 1621, inheriting an old family title of Baron Brooke. His life came to a tragic end in 1628 when he was stabbed while at home in Warwick by a servant over a financial matter. The servant killed himself but Greville survived for a further four weeks. Incredibly his physicians had the idea of putting pig fat into the open wounds and this turned rancid, leading to severe infection and an agonising death. Baron Brooke died on the 30th September 1628, aged 73.
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O wearisome condition of humanity! Born under one law, to another bound; Vainly begot and yet forbidden vanity; Created sick, commanded to be sound.…
Cupid, thou naughty boy, when thou wert loathed, Naked and blind, for vagabonding noted, Thy nakedness I in my reason clothed, Mine eyes I gave thee, so was I devoted.…
CYNTHIA, because your horns look diverse ways, Now darken'd to the east, now to the west, Then at full-glory once in thirty days, Sense doth believe that change is nature's rest.…
FAIR dog, which so my heart dost tear asunder, That my life's-blood, my bowels, overfloweth, Alas, what wicked rage conceal'st thou under These sweet enticing joys, thy forehead sh…
Fie, foolish earth, think you the heaven wants glory Because your shadows do yourself benight? All's dark unto the blind, let them be sorry; But love still in herself finds her del…
Oh, wearisome condition of humanity, Born under one law, to another bound; Vainly begot, and yet forbidden vanity, Created sick, commanded to be sound.…
I, with whose colours Myra dress'd her head, I, that ware posies of her own hand-making, I, that mine own name in the chimneys read By Myra finely wrought ere I was waking:…
REWARDS of earth, Nobility and Fame, To senses glory and to conscience woe, How little be you for so great a name? Yet less is he with men what thinks you so.…
In night when colors all to black are cast, Distinction lost, or gone down with the light; The eye a watch to inward senses placed, Not seeing, yet still having powers of sight,…
THE earth with thunder torn, with fire blasted, With waters dron'd, with windy palsy shaken, Cannot for this with heaven be distast'd, Since thunder, rain, and winds from earth are…
THE nurse-life wheat, within his green husk growing, Flatters our hope and tickles our desire, Nature's true riches in sweet beauties showing, Which set all hearts with lobor's lov…
THE world, that all contains, is ever moving; The stars within their spheres forever turn'd; Nature, the queen of change, to change is loving, And form to matter new is still adjou…
YOU little stars that live in skies And glory in Apollo's glory, In whose aspects conjoined lies The heaven's will and nature's story,…