I cannot crouch, nor kneele to such a wrong,
To worship them like God on earth alone,
That are as wolves these sely lambs among.
(Here was a sigh perhaps to the memory of his poor friend Anne):—
I cannot wrest the law to fyll the coffer
With innocent blood to feed myselfe fat,
And do most hurt where that most help I offer
I am not he that can allow the state
Of hye Cæsar, and damn Cato to die;
(an allusion probably to Sir Thomas More).