Francis Blomefield,
History of Norfolk — Volume 4
“ England, might in every City be, So brave a Vine, so beautifull a Tree, To check the base, and viler Shrubs below, Who now on Earth, unprofitable grow, But Fawcit, now thou art in lasting Fame, Let Rich admire thee, Poor, will bless thy Name, In Earth thy Body Sleep, thy Soul above, With Angeis rest, in Charity and Love, And Norwich mourn thy loss, not like to See, Hereafter, such another, like to thee. ”
