William Tyndale, a year before he was strangled and burned at the stake in 1536 for giving us the Bible in English, wrote from his prison just north of Brussels, just like Paul:

I beg your lordship . . . that if I am to remain here through the winter, you will request the commissary to have the kindness to send me, from the goods of mine which he has . . . a warmer coat also, for this which I have is very thin; a piece of cloth too to patch my leggings. . . . But most of all I beg and beseech your clemency to be urgent with the commissary, that he will kindly permit me to have the Hebrew Bible, Hebrew grammar, and Hebrew dictionary, that I may pass the time in that study. (David Daniell, William Tyndale: A Biography, 374.)