THE JUELL 1 of our joye is gone; the happie heauens have wonne | |
| The greatest gift that ever was with us beneth the sonne; | |
| Which makes such weepinge eyes in Sallesbury, they saye, | |
| As all the ronning streames thereof can neuer washe awaye. | |
| Alas! is Juell dead, the folder of the flocke? | 5 |
| If death haue caught the diall up, then who shall keepe the clocke? | |
| O God, what griefe is this thye charie church should want | |
| A bishoppe of so good a grace, when good men be so skant! | |
| We feare the plague, they saye; but such a plague as this | |
| Sithens I was borne I neuer knew, nor neuer shall, I wis. | 10 |
| Yet are there some behinde, I trust, will learne to knowe, | |
| How Juell to his dieing daye his talent did bestow; | |
| So busie at his booke to bring the truth to light, | |
| As they that lyke the redie way may looke and finde it right. | |
| His house and housholde was so kept for his degree, | 15 |
| As Paull in his epistles wrightes a bishoppe’s house should bee: | |
| His diocese, I believe, hee kept in so good awe, | |
| As virtue is content to sweare they lived within her lawe. | |
| His hands and hart were free, the needie could not lacke. | |
| Such peace and concord planted hee, as nothing went to wracke; | 20 |
| And charie went to churche himselfe by breake of daye, | |
| That his example might procure the rest to go that waye: | |
| And gaue unto his men their dueties when he died, | |
| With large and lordlie recompence; this cannot bee denied. | |
| Alas! with piteous mone all Christians now maye weepe, | 25 |
| That we haue such a shephard gone: God help the selie sheepe! | |
| Meethinkes I see in heauen triumphant Truth appeare, | |
| And Faythfulness, which speake aloude, Let Juel now come neare. | |
| Th’ appostelles all do prease, meethinkes, to see his face, | |
| And all the angells go about to bring him to his place: | 30 |
| Then Christ himselfe, meethinkes, I see begins to smile, | |
| And saith, Beholde my chosen frende I looke for all this while: | |
| And Abraham rends his clothes and bouels out his brest, | |
| And sayth to Juel, Jumpe in here, and take thye quiet rest. | |
