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

〈◊〉〈…〉 tha●●n this life 〈◊〉 lyu● here , who fautes haue few , or ful of crym in the same kinde , they doe apper● and dyinge well , this is sertayn● to yll they cannot , turne agayne . Therfore the ende , dothe well declar● 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 gonne I coumpte Darothye ( Wynnes ) for one and ta●y●● here , a tyme and space that nowe is spent , and she is gonne . whose Corpus is layed , in the graue … this world , vnworthie to haue For as the Lorde first , gaue her life ●o rated also , was her race ● 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 hen●● and clotes of claye , closed out of sigh●● cease shall I not , my diligence for to set forth , this worthie wighte whose bodie thuogh , hyt lye obscure yet shall her Fame , alwayes induer● In worstershere , there , dyd sh● dw●●● 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 , & herken mor● 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 noy● yet wone she hath , now lasting ioye . Gods worde she dyd , trulye professe ●hose life accordid , with the same ●●erfore all men , can say no leasse ●●t she deserues , eternall fame ●nd ther to think her , well worthy ●mongest the saintes , numbered to be 〈◊〉 ●●gement she was , full vp right ●nd heryses , cleane dyd detest ●●e hild on Christe , the God of might ●is parfict waye , styll coumptinge best ●●ough deathe therfore , did her assayle ●et could hit not , her hart once quayle When papistes dyd her much deride , ●et wold she not , to them incline 〈◊〉 followe such , that wanderyd wyde ●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 a●●●●●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 when tyrantes wold : with force procu●● 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 cri● thryse euery daye , with great desyre that he wold of , his owne mercy onse agayne , yet quenche the fye● whose voyce he harde , & dyd the sa●● euen for the glory , of his name . A myrrour and mother , of godlin●●●● 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 ●●r perfecte chaste , and puer lyfe faythfull lyppes , cane hit expresse those that knew her , mayd and wyfe ●●ose Fragrant , name declares nolesse ●●ecyous oyntmentes , much to passe . All idelnes , she dyd abhore ●●d loued well , good excersyse ●●r workes God bleast , & sent her store ●hich truth imbraste , and hated lyes ●erfore of her , may by this brute ●e as the tree , such is the frute Her care was most , to help the poore . ●here in she dyd , ryght fare excell 〈◊〉 almes that was , dayly at her doore ●●e people their , dyd know full well God they crye , daylye therfore ●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 bi●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 he●e●… behold a●d loke well , in thi● Gra●● 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 .