News from the North a poem on the late most horrible conspiracy against His sacred Majesty, herein is given an account of James, Duke of Monmouth who lately was seen in Ireland ... Lord Gray who was surmiz'd at Wrexam, together with a true relation of R. Rumbold and R. Nelthorp's passages on the Irish Seas ... / by an embroyan fancy of Anti-Jack Presbyter. Embroyan fancy of anti-Jack Presbyter. 1683 Approx. 7 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 2 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2007-10 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A52222 Wing N1011 ESTC R24026 07940702 ocm 07940702 40594 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . 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Great Britain -- History -- Charles II, 1660-1685 -- Poetry. 2006-10 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2006-10 Aptara Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2006-11 Jonathan Blaney Sampled and proofread 2006-11 Jonathan Blaney Text and markup reviewed and edited 2007-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion News from the North A POEM On the Late Most Horrible Conspiracy against his Sacred MAJESTY , Wherein is given an Account of Iames , Duke of Monmouth . Who was lately seen in IRELAND ●ord , Lord Gray , who was surpriz'd at Wrexam ; together with a True Relation of R. Rumbold , and R. Nelthorp's Passages on the Irish Seas , how they were driven to a certain place called the Devil's Gulf , where Vengeance overtook them , with a fair warning , to all Traytors . — By an Embroyan fancy of Anti-Jack-Presbyter . Come , Whiggish Tyrants , now my Muse descrys ' Death in your steps , and horrour in your Eyes ; ●our ghastly Visage doth portend no less ' ●an th' hight in abstract of all wickedness ; ●hich acted here on Earth by you alone , ●ke Gorgon's head begins to turn me Stone : 〈◊〉 direful fact ! for who could further look ? 〈◊〉 further none , for admiration strook : ●ll boystrous blast , that with one Magick puff , ●●●ns Kingdoms glories to a farthing snuff ; ●●w could you thus in Royall Blood imbrue , ●●ve in that Ocean , and yet never rue : ●e not the Storms which bred in inward parts ' ●ath'd ou● with Earthquakes from your trembling hearts 〈◊〉 could ye thus him worthy of death decree , 〈◊〉 whose cheif part all worthies planted be ; 〈◊〉 ●ight as boldly ventur'd to deny ▪ In former times bright heaven's Sulph'rous flash ' Gainst such fierce Tyrants surely blows did dash ; Heavens were but vain , if Gods add no supply , To scourge usurping pride from Sovereignity , No wonder such whilest that on Earth they dwell In Earthly fetters feel a lasting Hell : Sad case tho just , that Fathers might disown , Their proper Sons ( if such as Rouse or Hone ; ) If not Surpriz'd , Good God! where had they been ? Or Walcot here their Pupil Assassin ; This wonder far surpasses my conceit , The Agents vile , how should the Act be great ? Was Monmouth base , the holy Saints object , ( whom they can't well in any wise protect ; ) But as he was from Royal blood descent , Might be th●ir bulwark and their Ornament . 〈…〉 Nor was his Princely Grace in this so free , But might be term'd the worst of all the three : And now that he in Irish corner's lurks ' He 'll never joyn in Armour with the Turks ; Who Traytors ne'r admit , for such as those , They harbour first as friends , then prove their foes . Sad fate that Princes thus have made their suit , To gain that favour which is past recruit ; See how that he 's demean'd in whose bright eye , They would the Copy of an Answer spy ; Whom dawn of day hath seen to sit on high ; Him in the dust hath seen the Evening Skie : Experience that confirms , tho not so soon , As if our morning Sun must set at noon ; Stars , I confess , when Phebus doth display , The lustre of his beams in midst of day : Are not apparent , yet in dusk of Night ; They 'r clearly seen by that their borrowed light . Yet one of these by Night I spy from far That never moves , but when Irregular : And ( the motion being such ) I fear , Will ne'r be seen in all our Hemisphere . No wonder then , if Sacred Princes are , Heaven's primate objects and peculiar car● : Since Traytors joy●tly thus combine in vain ' Conspire their hurt , and do disturb their Reign ; What mischiefs do arise ; methinks I see , That buisy Ketch and Lords can ner'e agree . So doth he curse those rash attempts of late , Greys sudden fall , and Arthur's dreadful fate ; Death with his pointed shaft , or nimble dart , First Janus like on both sides acts it's part : At length his Masters like Acteon's Hounds , Pursues in vain , in vain the Trumpet sounds ; There 's no Retreat ; The one despair surrounds : The others heart the Kings Attorney wounds . Unlucky Lord , who felt such Butchers hands , Such Tygers that do far surpass the Vands I think no less but that they would o'r-match In Execution there our bloody Ketch : There I much more condole thy wretched State Than here beheaded Russel's direful Fate A day of doom was that by Gods decree : A day that Russel never wish'd to see : Who in my conscience had he payed his fee : One blow might well have serv'd instead of three . I would impugn his Speech but that 't is known , That neither style , nor method was his own : The Vindication ( as it is due , ) We do referr to Baxter and his Crew . But what became of those that lately fled ? What do they still remain unpunished ? The Gods , when they their Ruin had decree'd Would make it thus their own erroneous deed . For Rumbold here and Nelthorp too began , To steer their course unto the Isle of Man ; ( Storms soon arise , and rageing waves do swell , By which they 'r driven to the Gulph of Hell : Where Vengeance overtakes our Trayt'rous Foes ) I fear they end their lives in endless woes . Come now poor Remnant here see what it is , With your own blood to seal a lease of Bliss : Ye would returne , I know , but that ye fear , That Ketch the Hangman might be to severe : We must confess , he would rejoyce to see , You cutting Capers on the Gallow Tree ; And that which should be to your comfort said , The Traytors now are drawn and quartered . What greater torment can there ever be , But to be Damn'd to all Eternitie : Ah fadeing pleasure that doth soon annoy ! Oh glorious Title of a foolish joy ! Who would such horrid deaths as these embrace , See how these Ruffians they do work apace : Untill the fatall bait is swallowed down , Wherewith Ambition Angles for a Crown Lo ! the Traytors in those Snares are caught , Which to inveagle others they had wrought . I wish if such remain , that they mighi Swing ▪ At Tyburn like the rest , God Save the King LONDON Printed for J. Dean , 1683.