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Fulke Greville, Baron Brooke
Fulke Greville, 1st Baron Brooke, de jure 13th Baron Latimer and 5th Baron Willoughby de Broke (3 October 1554 30 September 1628), known before 1621 as Sir Fulke Greville, was a minor Elizabethan poet, dramatist, and statesman. Fulke Greville, 1st Baron Lord Brooke (1554-1628) was a capable administrator who served the English Crown under Elizabeth I and James I as, successively, treasurer of the navy, chancellor of the exchequer, and commissioner of the Treasury, and who for his services was in 1621 made Baron Brooke, peer of the realm and granted Warwick Castle, which he substantially improved. Greville is however best known today as the biographer of Sir Philip Sidney, and for his remarkably sober poetry, which presents dark, thoughtful, and distinctly Calvinist views on love, art, science, and other philosophical matters. Named for his father, Sir Fulke Greville, Greville was born at Beauchamp Court, near Alcester, Warwickshire. He was sent in 1564, on the same day as his life-long friend, Philip Sidney, to Shrewsbury School. He enrolled at Jesus College, Cambridge, in 1568. Sir Henry Sidney, Philip's father, and president of the Council of Wales and the Marches, gave him in 1576 a post connected with the court of the Welsh Marches, but Greville resigned it in 1577 to go to attend court of Queen Elizabeth along with Philip Sidney. There, young Greville became a great favourite with the Queen, who valued his sober character and administrative skills, making him secretary to the principality of Wales in 1583; however he was more than once disgraced for leaving the country against her wishes. Philip Sidney, Sir Edward Dyer and Greville were members of the "Areopagus," the literary clique which, under the leadership of Gabriel Harvey, supported the introduction of classical metres into English verse. Sidney and Greville arranged to sail with Sir Francis Drake in 1585 in his expedition against the Spanish West Indies, but Elizabeth forbade Drake to take them with him, and also refused Greville's request to be allowed to join Robert Dudley's army in the Netherlands. Philip Sidney, who took part in the campaign, was killed on the 17th of October 1586. Greville memorialized his beloved friend in his Life of the Renowned Sir Philip Sidney. About 1591 Greville served for a short time in Normandy under Henry of Navarre. This was his last experience of war. Greville represented Warwickshire in parliament in 1592-1593, 1597, 1601 and 1620. In 1598 he was made treasurer of the navy, and he retained the office through the early years of the reign of James I. In 1614 he became chancellor and under-treasurer of the exchequer, and throughout the reign he was a valued supporter of James I, although in 1615 he advocated the summoning of a parliament. In 1618 he became commissioner of the treasury, and in 1621 he was raised to the peerage with the title of Baron Brooke, a title which had belonged to the family of his paternal grandmother, Elizabeth Willoughby. He received from James I the grant of Warwick Castle, in the restoration of which he is said to have spent 20,000. Brooke left no sons, and his barony passed to his cousin, Robert Greville (c. 1608-1643), who took the side of Parliament part in the English Civil War, and defeated the Royalists in a skirmish at Kineton in August 1642. Fulke Greville's adopted son was however killed during the siege of Lichfield on the 2nd of March 1643, having survived the elder Greville by only twelve years. Fulke Greville himself died on the 30th of September 1628 in consequence of a wound inflicted by a servant who was disappointed at not being named in his master's will. Brooke was buried in St Mary's church, Warwick, and on his tomb was inscribed the epitaph he had composed for himself: "Folk Grevill Servant to Queene Elizabeth Conceller to King James Frend to Sir Philip Sidney. Trophaeum Peccati."

see it through
 
 
When you're up against a trouble,
Meet it squarely, face to face;
Lift your chin and s... [read poem]
on quitting
 
 
How much grit do you think you've got?
Can you quit a thing that you like a lot?
You may t... [read poem]
home
 
 
It takes a heap o' livin' in a house t' make it home,
A heap o' sun an' shadder, an' ye sometim... [read poem]
a toast to the men
 
 
Here's to the men! Since Adam's time
They've always been the same;
Whenever anything g... [read poem]
it couldn't be done
 
 
Somebody said that it couldn't be done
But he with a chuckle replied
That "maybe it co... [read poem]
only a dad
 
 
Only a dad with a tired face,
Coming home from the daily race,
Bringing little of gold or ... [read poem]
yesterday
 
 
I've trod the links with many a man,
And played him club for club;
'Tis scarce a year ... [read poem]
hard luck
 
 
Ain't no use as I can see
In sittin' underneath a tree
An' growlin' that your luck is bad,... [read poem]
caelica: sonnet 22
 
 
I, with whose colours Myra dress'd her head,
I, that ware posies of her own hand-making,... [read poem]
thanksgiving
 
 
Gettin' together to smile an' rejoice,
An' eatin' an' laughin' with folks of your choice;
... [read poem]
the lay for the troubled golfer
 
 
His eye was wild and his face was taut with anger and hate and rage,
And the things he muttered... [read poem]
father
 
 
My father knows the proper way
The nation should be run;
He tells us children every da... [read poem]
the little orphan
 
 
The crowded street his playground is, a patch of blue his sky;
A puddle in a vacant lot his sea... [read poem]
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