As an addendum to this I recently read about some more Catholic martyrs from Chideock. There was once a castle there and was a significantly Roman Catholic area in the first Elizabethan era and to the present day. (Picture borrowed from the Chideock website.)
The only connection I have with the name “Chideock” and Roman Catholicism is Chidiock Tichborne’s elegy–part of that genre of pre-execution poems. An awfully good one. He was part of the Babington plot to kill Elizabeth and was executed in gruesome fashion. Great little poem.
My prime of youth is but a frost of cares,
My feast of joy is but a dish of pain,
My crop of corn is but a field of tares,
And all my good is but vain hope of gain.
The day is past, and yet I saw no sun,
And now I live, and now my life is done.
My tale was heard and yet it was not told,
My fruit is fallen and yet my leaves are green;
My youth is spent and yet I am not old,
I saw the world and yet I was not seen.
My thread is cut and yet it is not spun,
And now I live, and now my life is done.
I sought my death and found it in my womb,
I looked for life and saw it was a shade;
I trod the earth and knew it was my tomb,
And now I die, and now I was but made.
My glass is full, and now my glass is run,
And now I live, and now my life is done.
Excellent Marley thank you.