spirite into yours swete hart. MarginaliaIeremy. 20Ah good Ieremy, hath Phasure put thee in the stockes? 

why now thou hast the right rewarde of a prophet. Thy glory neuer began to appere vntil now. MarginaliaIeremi. 26I doubt not but shortly in stede of Ahikam the son of Saphā, Iesus the sōne of the liuing god will come and deliuer thee furth of the handes of all thine enemies, and will also make good against them and their antichristian sinagoge, all the woordes that thou haste spoken in his name. MarginaliaIeremi. 1.The Lorde hath made here thys daye a strong defended Tower, an iron piller, and a brasen wall againste the whole rable of Antichrist, and though they fighte againste thee neuer so fiersely, MarginaliaIeremi. 15.yet shal they not ouercome thee. for the Lord him selfe is with thee to helpe and deliuer thee: and he will ridde thee oute of the handes of the wicked, and wil deliuer thee out of the handes of the tirantes. And in that you are not busy in castinge pearles before swyne, nor in geuing the holy thinges vnto dogges: you are much to be commended in my simple iudgemente. MarginaliaMath. 7.And sure I am that your circumspect & modest behauioure hetherto hath bene as much to gods glorye and to the shame and confusion of your enemies, as anye mans doings that are gone before you. Wherfore mine aduise and most earnest desire is, with al other of your louing frendes, that you still kepe that order wyth those bloudthurstye bytesheepes, Byshoppes I shoulde saye, that you haue begon. For thoughe in conclusion they wil surely haue your bloud: yet shall they come by it with shame inough, and to their perpetual infamye whiles the worlde doth endure. They would in dede condemne you in hugger mugger, to darken gods glorye if it might be. But Sathans thoughts are not vnknowen to you and the depthe of his subtiltie is by you well forsene. Therfore let them do what so euer god shall suffer thē to do: For I know all thinges shal turne to your best. Though you lye in the darke, slorryed with the byshops blacke cole dust: yet shall you be shortly restored vnto the heauenly light, MarginaliaPsal. 68.and made as white as snow in Salmon, and as the winges of a Doue that is couered with siluer wings, and her fethers like golde. You knowe the vessel, before it be made bright is soiled with oile & other things that it may scoure the better. Oh happye bee you that you be nowe in the scouring house. for shortlye you shalbe set vpon the celestiall shelfe as bright as angels. Therfore my dere hart, I wyl now according to your louing request, cast away al care, and reioyce with you, and prayse God for you, and pray for you day and nyght: ye, I wyll nowe with gods grace syng psalmes of prayse aud thankes geuynge with you. For now my soule is turned to her old rest againe, and hath taken a swete nappe in Christes lap. I haue cast my care vpon the lord which careth for me, and wyl be Careles according to my name in that respect whyche you would haue me. I wyl leaue out my vnsemely addition as long as I lyue: for it can take no place where true faith and hope is resident. So sone as I had red your most godly and comfortable letter, my sorowes vanished away as smoke in the wynde, my spirit reuiued, and comfort came agayne, wherby I am sure the spirite of God was author of it. Oh good maister Philpot, which art a principall

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pot in dede, filled with moste precious licour, as it appeareth by the plenteous pourynge forth of the same, Oh pot most happye, of thy high Potter ordayned to honor, whyche doest contayne suche heauenly treasure in thy earthē vessel, Oh pot thrise happy, in whom Christe hath wrought a great miracle, altering thy nature, and turning water into wine, and that of the best, wherout the maister of the feast hath fylled my cup so ful, that I am become dronkē in ioy of the spirit through the same. Whē martirdom shal breake thee (O vessel of honor) I knowe the fragraunt sauour of thy precious Narde will much reioyce the heauy hartes of Christes true members, although the Iudasses wyl grudge & murmure at the same, yea & burst out into wordes of sclaunder, saying: it is but lost & wast. Be not offended dere hart, at my Metaphorical speach. For I am disposed to be mery, and with Dauid to daunce before the Arke of the Lord, & though you playe vpon a payre of Organes not verye comelye or easy to the flesh, yet the sweete sounde that came from the same, causeth me thus to do. O that I were with you in body, as presently I am in spirite, that I myght syng al care away in Christe. For nowe the tyme of comforte is come. I hope to bee with you shortlye, yf all thynges happen aryght. For my olde frendes of Couentrye haue putte the Counsell in remembraunce of me, not syxe daies ago, sayinge that I am more woorthye to be burnt, then any that was burned yet. Gods blessing on their hartes for their good reporte. God make me worthy of that dignitye, and hasten the tyme, that I might set foorth his glorye. Pray for me deare hart I besech you, and wyl al your company to doo the same, and I wyll praye god for you all so longe as I lyue. And now farewel in Christe thou blessed of Gods own mouth. I wyl for a time take my leaue, but not my last farewell. Blessed bee the tyme that euer I came into the Kinges bench, to be ioyned in loue and fellowship with suche dere children of the Lord. My good brother Bradford shal not be dead whiles you be aliue. For verelye the spirit of him dothe rest on you in most ample wise. Your letters of comfort vnto me in eche point doo agree, as thoughe the one were a copye of the other. He hath planted in me, and you doo water: the Lorde geue good increase. My deare brethren and felowe prisoners here, ehaue them humbly and hartely commended vnto you, and your company, mourning for your miserye, but yet reioycing for your plenteous consolation and comforte in Christ. We are al cherefull and merye vnder oure crosse, and doo lacke no necessaries, praised bee god for his prouidence, and great mercie to wardes vs for euermore. Amen.

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For as much as mencion here is made of a letter of comfort to Ihon Careles, written by Ihon Philpot, I thought therfore by the occasion therof not to forget an other godly letter of the said autor, full of vertuous instruction written vnto certen godly women, whereby all the rest maye take the like aduertisement, for the information and instruction of their owne liues, and godly behauiour.

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