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Berefte of worldlye lyfe, in hope to ryse to endlesse light
By Christe' deserte', here rest' the corse of Clement Heighm Knight:
Whom Suffolke soile ded breede bringe up, and cheifly foster ay,
In Barrow, wher his dwellinge was untill his dyinge day:
Which was the month of March, since God a mortall man became,
The thousandth, & fyve hundreth yeare, w th seventye to the same:
What tyme our Soverane lady deere, Elizabeth our Queene,
Of hir most milde & gracius reigne, did recken yeares thirteen.
He was a man, whom God had given, great pregnancye of witte......etc...