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An epytaphe, of the godlye constau[n]t, [and] counfortable co[n]fessor mystres (Darothye [sic] Wynnes) whiche slepte in Christ the yere of grace. M.D.LX. Made by, Frances Newport
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Newport, Frances.
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An Epytaphe of the Godlye Constant … fortable CoÌ„fessor My … s Darothye Wynâ—â—â—… whiche Sleptâ— in Christ the yere of Grace M.D.LX. Made by Frances Newport 〈◊〉 14 I Hard a voyce from heauen sayth saynct Iohn sayng Blessed are the dead that dye in the Lorde for they from hens forthe shall rest froÌ„ their labours and their workes followeth them 〈◊〉 31. Fauoure is dysseitfull and bewtye is a vayne thinge but a womman that fearythe the Lord she is worthye to be praised 〈◊〉 〈…〉 thaâ—â—n this life 〈◊〉 lyuâ— here who fautes haue few or ful of crym in the same kinde they doe apperâ— and dyinge well this is sertaynâ— to yll they cannot turne agayne Therfore the ende dothe well declarâ— who doe Immeryt to haue prayse and also those that vertouse are which walked styll in godly wayes for as they dye so shall the ryse this is the saynge of the wyse Yf our fathers deserued fame for that they hated vertuouse foe doubtles good wemen doe the same yf in theyr pathes lyke wyse the goe amongest which holyest that are goÌ„ne I couÌ„pte Darothye Wynnes for one and taâ—yâ—â— here a tymâ— and space that nowe is spent and she is gonne whos 's Corpus is layed in the graue … this world vnworthie to haue For as the Lorde first gaue her life â—o rated also was her race â— when death came which endith strife she yeldyde streyght vnto hym place as one full fyxed in her mynde after this life muche ioy to find Thus is she deade to lyue agayne in that lyfe that lasteth euer highe in the heuens where is no payne amongest the holy saynctes together happy therfore was her good channce whome God of heuen doth so aduaince Though she nowe be caried henâ—â— and clotes of claye closed out of sighâ—â— cease shall I not my diligence for to set forth this worthie wighte whose bodie thuogh hyt lye obscure yet shall her Fame alwayes induerâ— In worstershere there dyd shâ— dwâ—â—â— the towne to name is cald Droitewich whose vertuouse dyd so muche excell nowe she is gone their lyues non such for this I dare be bolde to say A Phenyxe she was in that countrey Gyue eare my frendes herkeÌ„ morâ— of this meke Matrone I discriue for whome good people muche deplore whose pere is fewe in yearth alyue and though this world did her a noyâ— yet wone she hath now lasting ioye Gods worde she dyd trulye professe â—hose life accordid with the same â—â—erfore all men can say no leasse â—â—t she deserues eternall fame â—nd ther to think her well worthy â—mongest the saintes numbered to be 〈◊〉 â—â—gement she was full vp right â—nd heryses cleane dyd detest â—â—e hild on Christe the God of might â—is parfict waye styll coumptinge best â—â—ough deathe therfore did her assayle â—et could hit not her hart once quayle When papistes dyd her much deride â—et wold she not to them incline 〈◊〉 followe such that wanderyd wyde â—orsakinge christes preceptes deuyne … er vnto euer she dyd stande 〈◊〉 wold not byld vpon the sande For after she christes word once knew 〈◊〉 papistes churche she neuer came aâ—â—â—â—â—ed was what euer did fall neuer to bowe her knees to Baal Therfore full manye a sharpe shew she dyd sustayne in Maryes dayes wheÌ„ tyrantes wold with force procuâ—â— her for to walke in Romyshe wayes yet might they not her once remoue so feruent was to God her loue She with her house one God did criâ— thryse euery daye with great desyre that he wold of his owne mercy onse agayne yet quenche the fyeâ— whose voyce he harde dyd the saâ—â— euen for the glory of his name A myrrour and mother of godlinâ—â—â—â— she was in bringinge vp of youth her childrens lyues doe it expresse of whose bereft thei may haue ruth her 〈…〉 for her womanlye shamfastnes â—â—r perfecte chaste and puer lyfe faythfull lyppes cane hit expresse those that knew her mayd and wyfe â—â—ose FragraÌ„t name declares nolesse â—â—ecyous oyntmentes much to passe All idelnes she dyd abhore â—â—d loued well good excersyse â—â—r workes God bleast sent her store â—hich truth imbraste and hated lyes â—erfore of her may by this brute â—e as the tree such is the frute Her care was most to help the poore â—here in she dyd ryght fare excell 〈◊〉 almes that was dayly at her doore â—â—e people their dyd know full well God they crye daylye therfore â—end them now suche frindes in store sainge she wold come to beggarye but yet the Lorde that sawe the deede dyd alwayes helpe her in her neade How many syke she dyd releaue great maruell were it nowe to tell and what to prysoners she did geue all that countrey she did presel she loued so Christs members here that nothinge was for them to deare Abhore she dyd to haue excesse and porcyon to eate alone but gaue ther of the Fatherles as one fulll of Compassion therfore the scriptures doth witnes her soule shall neuer feele darknes Her mouth to wisdome opened she her Langwage was the lawe of grace her 〈…〉 yet here is frutes of gods electe Now when the christe in her last dayes dyd vysyt her with muche syknes and proued her fayth sunderye wayes to make her to his owne lyknes she past not then for aney losse but meklye with Christe kyste the crosse Her sycknes dyd continewe longe lyke vnto Iobes or Tymothee yet in her passions spalmes she songe wher in she had felycyte whiche tokened she was christes owne in whome suche paciens he had sowen Her harte was infatigable throughe faith which she staied vppon that nether welthe nor paine was able her to remoue from Sion stonne but styll in faithe endured she as one the Inuysyble see From tope to toe she felt great payn as Lazerous that blessed man whiche she full meklye did sustayne although her frendes forsoke her than with out all mourmuration agenste Gods sweet correction And as Christes great Ignomyne dyd harden styll the Iewes mynde so dyd her sharpe aduersytye moue the wycked fautes to fynde thynkinge her accurssed to be when yet with God most blest was she For this her self perswade she dide that though God here her Faythe did trye yet at the last he wold her rydde and bring her to felycytye wher she is nowe I dare well say in euerlasting myrthe and Ioye Yf that Marie Chose the best parte which Christe bad kepe in memorye seinge from the same she did not starte her Fame therfore shall neuer dye amongest the Blessed Femynyne though the wicked ther at repyne Yf Dorcas lyberallyte be lefte in wryting to her prayse then is this worthie that degree that euer walked in her wayes for to the poore she was alone none such I knowe nowe she is gone Yf that Lydda Comendyd be for Ioye she had of holy men thys biâ—g grafte of the same tree shuld we nowe cease to praise her than in whom such grace there did abound that fewe her lyke can nowe be found Her 〈…〉 〈…〉 take heâ—eâ—… behold aâ—d loke well in thiâ— Graâ—â— which I present here vnto you Oh followe her and doe the same and God wil gyue you praise and fame As she thus hath played her parte and nowe resteth in Gods owne hand so death wyll stryke vs with his darte whose power no fleshe can with stand God garunt therfore to eache degree so happye in lyfe and death to be Well I doe hope that she shall onse though lyne of lyfe be now out raste ryse and reuyue bothe fleshe and bones and so in heuen with Christ be plaste thus leaue I her in lasting Ioyes and for the same geue God the praise Amen Finis quod Frances Newport ¶ Imprinted at London by Owen Rogers dwelling betwene both Saynt Bartelmews at the Spread Eagle