Then I asked at him (as I had often desired to wit) where he were of a _Sunday_, for that he never came to church. And he told me that he had an old friend, a parson, dwelling on _Winander-side_, and he did alway abide with him o'er the _Sunday_. Moreover he was something feared (saith he) to be seen at _Keswick_ church, lest _Father_ should get scent of him, wherefore he did deny himself the delight it had been (quoth he) to feast his eyes on the fair face of his most sweet _Amiability_. "Then," said I, laughing, "you did not desire for to see _Father_ at the first?" "Soft you now!" saith he, and laughed too. "`All is fair in love and war.'" "I doubt if _Father_ should say the same," said I. "Well, see you," quoth he, "Sir _Aubrey_ is a right excellent gentleman, yet hath he some precise notions which obtain not at Court and in such like company. A man cannot square all his dealings by the Bible and the parsons, without he go out of the world. And here away in the country, where every man hath known you from your cradle, it is easier to ride of an hobby than in Town, where you must do like other folk or else be counted singular and ridiculous. No brave and gallant man would run the risk of being thought singular." "Why, _Father's_ notion is right the contrary," said I. "I have heard him to say divers times that 'tis the cowards which dare not be laughed at, and that it takes a right brave man to dare to be thought singular." "Exactly!" saith he. "That is right the _Puritan_ talk, as I had the honour to tell you aforetime. You should never hear no gentleman of the Court to say no such a thing." "But," said I, "speak they alway the most truth in the Court?" This seemed to divert him rarely. He laughed for a minute as though he should ne'er give o'er. "My fairest _Amiability_," saith he, "had I but thee in the Court, as is the only place meet for thee, then shouldst thou see how admired of every creature were thy wondrous wit and most incomparable beauties. Why, I dare be sworn on all the books in _Cumberland_, thou shouldest be of the Queen's Majesty's maids in one week's time. And of the delights and jollities of that life, dwelling here in a corner of _England_, thou canst not so much as cast an idea." Methought that should be right rare.