Edward Poynings - Family

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Poynings married Isabel or Elizabeth, daughter of Sir John Scot (died 1485), marshal of Calais, and sister of Sir William Scot, warden of the Cinque ports and sheriff of Kent. She died on 15 August 1528, and was buried in Brabourne church, where she is commemorated by a brass. By her Poynings had one child, John, who predeceased him without issue.

Poynings's will is printed in Nicholas Harris Nicolas's Testamenta Vetusta. His estates passed to Henry Algernon Percy, 5th Earl of Northumberland, the grandson of Poynings's first cousin Eleanor, who married Henry Percy, 3rd Earl of Northumberland.

He had seven illegitimate children—three sons and four daughters. Of the sons, the eldest was Thomas, Baron Poynings. Edward, the second, became captain of the guard at Boulogne, and was killed there in 1546. Adrian, the third, was appointed lieutenant to Wyatt at Boulogne in February 1546, captain of Boulogne in the following June, and served for some years under the lord high admiral. He was knighted at the accession of Elizabeth, and in 1561 became governor of Portsmouth, where he died on 15 February 1571. His daughter Anne married Sir George More of Losely. Of Edward Poynings's daughters, Jane married Thomas Clinton, 8th Baron Clinton, and became mother of Edward Clinton, 1st Earl of Lincoln.

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