Christopher Brooke

George Wither, "To his Friend the Author upon his Poem" Brooke, The Ghost of Richard the Third (1614) 4.

Not for thy Love to me, nor other merit,
Doe I commend thy Poems forme or Spirit,
For though I know thou art a Friend of mine,
I praise this for it owne sake, not for thine.
Here have I seen Character'd the Condition
The Life and End, of a meere Polititian;
From which, I learne; Tis no good Policy
On any termes to part with Honesty.
And the Opprest may view (to his content)
How sweet it is to be an Innocent.
Or by contraries learne with what deare rest,
The Soules of harmeless dying men are blest.
So may the bloody Tyrant heere attend,
What Horror and Despaire pursues his End.
And those that (living) loath their faults to heare,
May (reading this) perhaps repent for feare.
Since though reproofes they scorne now here they dwell,
Thus their owne Ghosts proclaime their shames from Hell.