Christopher Brooke

William Browne of Tavistock, "To his worthy and ingenious Friend the Author" Brooke, The Ghost of Richard the Third (1614) 2-3.

So farre as can a Swayne (who then a Rounde
On Oaten-pipe no further boasts his skill)
I dare to censure the shrill Trumpets sound,
Or other Musick of the Sacred hil:
The popular applause, hath not so fell
(Like Nile's lowd Cataract) possest mine eares
But others songs I can distinguish well,
And chant their praise, despis'd Vertue reares;
Nor shall thy buskind Muse be heard alone
In stately Pallaces; the shady woods
By me shall learn't, and Eccho's one by one
Teach it the hils, and they the silver floods.
Our learned Shepheards that have us'd tofore
Their happy gifts in notes that wooe the plaines,
By rurall ditties will be knowne no more;
But reach at Fame by such as are thy straines.
And I would gladly, (if the Sisters spring
Had me inabled) beare a part with thee,
And for sweet groves, of brave Heroes sing,
But since it fits not my weake melodie
It shall suffice that thou such meanes do'st give
That my harsh lines among the best may live.