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| - Katherine Doyley Dyer (b.c. 1585-1654) notable for the epitaph she placed on her husband's tomb at Colmworth, Bedfordshire, England Katherine was one of the four daughters of John Doyley (d. 1593) and Anne Barnard, and was a co-heir of the Doyley estate at Merton. After the death of John Doyley, in 1601, her sister Margaret Doyley married Edward Harington of Ridlington and her mother Anne Barnard married James Harington (1542–1614), the father of Edward Harington, in a double wedding. Her other sisters were Anne and Elizabeth. (en)
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| - Katherine Doyley Dyer (b.c. 1585-1654) notable for the epitaph she placed on her husband's tomb at Colmworth, Bedfordshire, England Katherine was one of the four daughters of John Doyley (d. 1593) and Anne Barnard, and was a co-heir of the Doyley estate at Merton. After the death of John Doyley, in 1601, her sister Margaret Doyley married Edward Harington of Ridlington and her mother Anne Barnard married James Harington (1542–1614), the father of Edward Harington, in a double wedding. Her other sisters were Anne and Elizabeth. On 25 February 1602 Katherine Doyley married Sir William Dyer, son of Sir Richard Dyer of Great Staughton. Sir William died on 9 April 1621. In 1641 Katherine placed the epitaph, which she may have composed, known as "My Dearest Dust" on their monument at the Church of St Denys, Colmworth. If a large hart, joined with a noble mindeShewing true worth unto all good inclin’dIf faith in friendship, justice unto all,Leave such a memory as we may callHappy, thine is; then pious marble keepeHis just fame waking, though his lov’d dust sleepe.And though death can devoure all that hath breath,And monuments them selves have had a death,Nature shan’t suffer this, to ruinate,Nor time demolish’t, nor an envious fate,Rais’d by a just hand, not vain glorious pride,Who’d be concealed, wer’t modesty to hideSuch an affection did so long surviveThe object of ’t; yet lov’d it as alive.And this greate blessing to his name doth giveTo make it by his tombe, and issue live.My dearest dust, could not thy hasty dayAfford thy drowsy patience leave to stayOne hour longer, so that we might eitherHave sat up or gone to bed together?But since thy finished labour hath possessedThy weary limbs with early rest,Enjoy it sweetly, and thy widow brideShall soon repose her by thy slumbering side,Whose business now is only to prepareMy nightly dress and call to prayer.Mine eyes wax heavy, and the day grows old,The dew falls thick, my blood grows cold,Draw, draw the closed curtains and make room,My dear, my dearest dust, I come, I come. In her will, Katherine mentioned, "her losses had become very great since those last troubles" of the Civil War. She died in 1654. (en)
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