rd to her change. And she said unto
him, Thou are accursed, and so are thy images. He called her a whore.
Nay, said she, thy images are whores, and thou art a whore-hunter; for
doth not God say, You go a whoring after strange gods, figures of your
own making? and thou art one of them. After this she was ordered to be
confined, and had no more liberty.

During the time of her imprisonment, many visited her, some sent by the
bishop, and some of their own will; among these was one Daniel, a great
preacher of the gospel, in the days of king Edward, about Cornwall and
Devonshire, but who, through the grievous persecution he had sustained,
had fallen off. Earnestly did she exhort him to repent with Peter, and
to be more constant in his profession.

Mrs. Walter Rauley and Mr. Wm. and John Kede, persons of great
respectability, bore ample testimony of her godly conversation,
declaring, that unless God were with her, it were impossible she could
have so ably defended the cause of Christ. Indeed, to sum up the
character of this poor woman, she united the serpent and the dove,
abounding in the highest wisdom joined to the greatest simplicity. She
endured imprisonment, threatenings, taunts, and the vilest epithets, but
nothing could induce her to swerve; her heart was fixed; she had cast
anchor; nor could all the wounds of persecution remove her from the rock
on which her hopes of felicity were built.

Such was her memory, that, without learning, she could tell in what
chapter any text of scripture was contained: on account of this singular
property, one Gregory Basset, a rank papist, said she was deranged, and
talked as a parrot, wild without meaning. At length, having tried every
manner without effect to make her nominally a catholic, they condemned
her. After this, one exhorted her to leave her opinions, and go home to
her family, as she was poor and illiterate. "True, (said she) though I
am not learned, I am content to be a witness of Christ's death, and I
pray you make no longer delay with me; for my heart is fixed, and I will
never say otherwise, nor turn to your superstitious doing."

To the disgrace of Mr. Blackston, treasurer of the church, he would
often send for this poor martyr from prison, to make sport for him and a
woman whom he kept; putting religious questions to her, and turning her
answers into ridicule. This done, he sent her back to her wretched
dungeon, while he battened upon the good things of this world.