_To Laud, Aug. 17, 1636, from Gawthorp._ Knowler, vol. ii., p. 26.
I am gotten hither to a poor house I have, having been this last week
almost feasted to death at York. In truth for anything I can find
they were not ill-pleased to see me. Sure I am it much contented me
to be amongst my old acquaintance, which I would not leave for any
other affection I have, but to that which I both profess and owe
to the person of his sacred majesty. Lord! with what quietness in
myself could I live here, in comparison of that noise and labour I
meet with elsewhere; and, I protest, put up more crowns in my purse
at the year's end too. But we'll let that pass. For I am not like to
enjoy that blessed condition upon earth. And therefore my resolution
is set to endure and struggle with it so long as this crazy body will
bear it; and finally drop into the silent grave, where both all these
(which I now could, as I think, innocently delight myself in) and
myself are to be forgotten: and fare them well.