Epigram 116. An Epitaph on Mr. Gilbert Knyveston, my wives Brother, who deceased in London about the 38 year of his age, and lies buried at St. Giles in the fields

Stay Passenger, forbear thy hast,
And read whom Death herein hath plac't:
For Gilbert Knyveston here doth lye,
A shaking of mortality.
All Ethicks he his practice made,
On Christian foundation laid.
His Life was noble, and his Death
A rich soul did to heaven bequeath:
His loss we therefore should not mourn,
But (for our selves) to sadness turn;
Lament that we do want so much
Of those great worthes that made him such.
Let's study him, and imitate so,
That we may prove like him: Now go.