illustrated border An epitaph, of the Godly Constant, & … fortable Confessor My … s (Darothye Wyn●●●…) which Slept● in Christ the year of Grace. M.D.LX Made by, Frances Newport. 〈◊〉. 14 I Hard a voice from heaven saith saint john saying. Blessed are the dead that die in the Lord, for they from hens forth shall rest from their labours, and their works followeth them 〈◊〉. 31. Favour is dysseitfull, and beauty is a vain thing, but a woman that fearythe the Lord, she is worthy to be praised. 〈◊〉 〈…〉 tha●●n this life 〈◊〉 live here, who faults have few, or full of crime in the same kind, they do appert and dying well, this is sertayn● to ill they cannot, turn again. Therefore the end, doth well declar● who do Immeryt, to have praise and also those, that vertouse are which walked still, in godly ways for as they die, so shall the rise this is the saying, of the wise. If our fathers, deserved fame for that they hated, virtuous foe doubtless good women, do the same if in their paths, like wise the go amongst which holiest, that are gone I coumpte Darothye (wins) for one and ta●y●● here, a time and space that now is spent, and she is gone. whose Corpus is laid, in the grave … this world, unworthy to have For as the Lord first, gave her life ●o rated also, was her race ● when death came, which endeth strife she yeldyde straight, unto him place as one full fixed, in her mind after this life, much joy to find Thus is she dead, to live again in that life, that lasteth ever high in the heavens, where is no pain amongst the holy, saints together happy therefore, was her good chance whom God of heaven, doth so advaince. Though she now, be carried hen●● and clotes of clay, closed out of sigh●● cease shall I not, my diligence for to set forth, this worthy wight whose body thuogh, hyt lie obscure yet shall her Fame, always endure In worstershere, there, did sh● dw●●● the town to name, is called Droitewich whose virtuous, did so much excel now she is gone, their lives non such for this I dare, be bold to say A Phenyxe she was, in that country. give ear my friends, & hearken mor● of this meek Matron, I discrive for whom good people, much deplore whose peer is few, in earth alive and though this world, did her a noy● yet won she hath, now lasting joy. God's word she did, truly profess ●hose life accorded, with the same ●●erfore all men, can say no less ●●t she deserves, eternal fame ●nd there to think her, well worthy ●mongest the saints, numbered to be 〈◊〉 ●●gement she was, full up right ●nd heryses, clean did detest ●●e held on Christ, the God of might ●is parfict way, still coumptinge best ●●ough death therefore, did her assail ●et could hit not, her heart once quail When papists did her much deride, ●et would she not, to them incline 〈◊〉 follow such, that wanderyd wide forsaking Christ's, precepts divine … ere unto ever, she did stand 〈◊〉 would not build, upon the sand. For after she Christ's word, once knew 〈◊〉 papists church, she never came a●●●●●ed was, what ever did fall never to bow, her knees to Baal Therefore full many: a sharp show she did sustain, in mary's days when tyrants would: with force procu●● her for to walk: in romish ways yet might they not: her once remove so fervent was, to God her love. She with her house, one God did cri● thrice every day, with great desire that he would of, his own mercy onse again, yet quench the fyen whose voice he hard, & did the sa●● even for the glory, of his name. A mirror and mother, of godliness she was in bringing, up of youth her children's lives, do it express of whose bereft, they may have ruth her 〈…〉 for her womanly, shamefastness ●●r perfect chaste, and puer life faithful lips, cane hit express those that knew her, maid and wife ●●ose Fragrant, name declares nolesse ●●ecyous ointments, much to pass. All idleness, she did abhor ●●d loved well, good exercise ●●r works God blessed, & sent her store ●hich truth embraced, and hated lies therefore of her, may by this brute ●e as the tree, such is the fruit Her care was most, to help the poor. ●here in she did, right fare excel 〈◊〉 alms that was, daily at her door ●●e people their, did know full well God they cry, daily therefore ●end them now, such friends in store. saying she would come, to beggary but yet the Lord, that saw the deed did always help her, in her need How many sick, she did relieve great marvel were it, now to tell and what to prisoners, she did give all that country, she did presel she loved so, Christ's members here that nothing was, for them to dear Abhor she did, to have excess and portion, to eat alone but gave there of, the Fatherless as one fulll of, Compassion therefore the scriptures, doth witness her soul shall never, feel darkness. Her mouth to wisdom, opened she her Language was, the law of grace her 〈…〉 yet here is fruits, of gods elect Now when the christ, in her last days did visit her: with much sickness and proved her faith, sunderye ways to make her to, his own likeness she passed not then, for any loss but meklye with Christ: kissed the cross. Her sickness did, continue long like unto Job'S, or Tymothee yet in her passions, spalmes she song where in she had, felicity which tokened, she was Christ's own in whom such paciens, he had sown Her heart was, infatigable through faith which she: stayed upon that neither wealth: nor pain was able her to remove, from Zion stone. but still in faith, endured she as one thee, invisible see. From tope to toe, she felt great pain as Lazerous, that blessed man which she full meklye, did sustain although her friends, forsook her than with out all, mourmuration against God's sweet, correction. And as Christ's great Ignomyne did harden still, the jews mind so did her sharp, adversity move the wicked, faults to find thinking her accursed to be when yet with God, most blessed was she For this herself, persuade she died that though God here, her Faith did try yet at the last he would her rid and bring her to felicity. where she is now, I dare well say in everlasting, mirth and joy If that Marie Chose, the best part which Christ bade keep, in memory seeing from the same, she did not start her Fame therefore, shall never die amongst the Blessed, feminine though the wicked, there at repine. If Dorcas, lyberallyte be left in writing, to her praise then is this worthy, that degree that ever walked, in her ways for to the poor, she was alone none such I know, now she is gone If that Lydda, Comendyd be for joy she had, of holy men this bi●g graft, of the same tree should we now cease, to praise her than in whom such grace, there did abound that few her like, can now be found Her 〈…〉 〈…〉, take he●e●… behold a●d look well, in thi● Gra●● which I present, here unto you Oh follow her, and do the same and God will give you, praise and fame As she thus hath, played her part and now resteth in Gods own hand so death will strike us, with his dart whose power no flesh, can with stand God garunt therefore: to each degree so happy in life, and death to be. Well I do hope, that she shall onse though line of life, be now out razed rise and revive, both flesh and bones and so in heaven, with Christ be placed thus leave I her, in lasting joys and for the same, give God the praise. Amen. Finis quod Frances Newport. ¶ Imprinted at London by Owen Rogers dwelling between both Saint Bartelmews, at the Spread Eagle.