good, yet he had a restrained appetite (a knife upon his throat as well as upon his trencher) that indulged itself neither frequent nor delicate entertainment; its meals, though but once a day, being its pressures, and its fast, its only sensualities; to which temperance in diet, adde but that in sleep, together with his disposal of himself throughout his life to industry and diligence, you will say he was a spotless man, whose life taught us this lesson, (which, if observed, would accomplish mankinde; and which King Charles the first would inculcate to noble travellers, and Dr. Hammond to all men), viz.: _To be furnished always with something to do_; a lesson they proposed as the best expedience for innocence and pleasure; the foresaid blessed man assuring his happy hearers, "_That no burden is more heavy, or temptation more dangerous, then to have time lie on one's hand: the idle man being not onely_" (as he worded it) "_the Devil's shop, but his kingdome too; a model of, and an appendage unto Hell, a place given up to torment and to mischief_."' He left four daughters only, Anna, Dorothy, Elizabeth, and Mary, by his wife Katherine, fourth of the erudite daughters of Sir Anthony Cooke, of Giddy Hall, Essex, the accomplished Preceptor of Edward VI.--'vir antiqua serenitate,' according to Camden--from whom (as Strype tells us) his 'daughter Killigrew' inherited, amongst other things, 'a nest of white bowls.' Dame Katherine was skilled, after the manner of the learned ladies of her time, in Hebrew, Greek, and Latin, and in poetry; and both Sir John Harrington and Thomas Fuller commend and quote her compositions. But that, with all her learning, she had, what was even better, a devotedly affectionate heart, let the following lines testify, which she addressed to her sister Mildred, who had married Cecil, Lord Burghley.[75] The Lord Treasurer was about to send his young relative on a diplomatic mission to France, at a dangerous juncture--whether before or after the death in that country of Thomas Hobby, who married her sister Elizabeth, and who also went to France as an ambassador, I am uncertain--while the loving Katherine thought her husband would be safer and happier with her in Cornwall--probably either at Arwenack, or at Rosmeryn in Budock, or at Trevose in Mawgan, or at Penwerris, at all of which places were estates of the Killigrews. The dauntless wife thus threatens Elizabeth's solemn First Minister: 'Si mihi quem cupio cures Mildreda remitti Tu bona, tu melior, tu mihi sola soror: Sin male cessando retines, et trans mare mittis, Tu mala, tu pejor, tu mihi nulla soror. Is si Cornubiam, tibi pax sit et omnia læta, Sin Mare, Ciciliæ nuncio bella. Vale.' Of which, for the benefit of (some few at least of) my lady readers in these later days, I have appended Fuller's harsh translation: