An Epytaphe upon the Death of the Right Reverend and learned Father in God. I jewel, Doctor of Divinity and Bishop of Sarisburie. Whom God called to his mercy the. 22. of September. 1571.  
THe jewel of our joy is gone, the happy heavens have won,  
The greatest gift that ever was, with us beneath the son:  
Which makes such weeping eyes, in Sallesbury they say,  
As all the running streams thereof, can never wash away.  
(Alas) is jewel dead, the folder of the flock.  
If Death have caught the Dial up, than who shall keep the Clock?  
O God, what greet is this, thy chary Church should want,  
A Bishop of so good a grace, where good men be so scant:  
We fear the plague (they say) but such a plague as this,  
Sithence I was borne I never knew, nor never shall iwis:  
Yet are there some behind, I trust will learn to know,  
How jewel to his dying day, his Talents did bestow.  
So busy at his book, to bring the truth to light,  
As they that like the ready way, may look and find it right,  
His house and household was so kept for his degree,  
As Paul in his Epistles writes a bishops house should be:  
His Diocese I believe, he kept in so good awe,  
As Virtue is content to swear, they lived within her law.  
His hands and heart were free, the needy could not lack,  
Such peace and concord planted he, as nothing went to wrack:  
And chary went to Church, himself by break of day,  
That his example might procure, the rest to go that way:  
And gave unto his men, their duties when he died,  
With large and Lordly recompense, this can not be denied.  
(Alas) with piteous moan, all Christians now may weep.  
That we have such a Shepherd gone: God help the silly sheep:  
Methinks I see in heaven, triumphant truth appear,  
And faithfulness, which speak aloud let jewel now come near.  
Thappostelles all do press, meethinckes to see his face:  
And all the Angels go about to bring him to his place:  
Even Christ himself me thinks, I see begins to smile,  
And saith: behold my chosen friend, I looked for all this while.  
And Abraham rends his clotheses, and bowels out his breast,  
And saith to jewel jump in here, and take thy quiet rest.  
Finis  
Quod. W. Elderton.   

Imprinted at London, in Fleetstreet beneath the Conduit at the sign of S. john Evangelist by Thomas Colwell.