Cotton, William

In Latin: Sacred to the memory of the most reverend and most worthy father and bishop, Lord William Cotton, formerly Bishop of Exeter. Others may hunt after titles and seek applause, but you shine by your own virtue, most worthy bishop. The hearts of men are your tomb, their words your epitaph; your virtues your true titles — virtues spread among many, yet joined together in you: prudent zeal, just prudence, the innocent dove cautiously restraining the serpent. Faith rich in works; deeds hidden from the world, yet (as humble piety commands) revealed in heaven. Mild was your brow; your countenance noble; serene your expression, the venerable majesty of your face, serene. Anger fleeting, rarely destined to see the setting sun. Your table generous, your house open, your door ever ready. Charm seasoned your speech, and gravity your charm. Gentle to the peaceable, an enemy only to the seditious. Your conduct did not become proud when seated on high; nor was your life low (as with many) when first raised  to the chair. You were set over the flock, yet not puffed up by honour. From Paul to Peter the pious Queen called you; with Peter and Paul the King of Heaven placed you in His citadel.