T. Seeking to save himself by flight from that rascality he had almost left the lining of his cap behind.
C. I am sorry for his mischance, for with his jests, toys, fooleries, and pleasant conceits, he would have made Heraclitus himself to burst his heart with laughing.
T. Did you ever go see him yet?
C. I would not go into prison to fetch one of my eyes if I had left it there.
T. Yet there be some honest men there.
C. And where will you have them but in places of persecution?
T. You have reason.
C. I would not be painted there so much do I hate and loathe the place."
Speaking of the Court and courtiers he says:
"C. The favours of the Court are like fair weather in winter, or clouds in summer, and Court, in former time, was counted death.