¶ A description of Nortons' falcehod of York shire, and of his fatal farewell.  


The fatal fine of Traitors lo:  
By justice due, deserving so.   

OF late (alas) the great untruth  
Of Traitors, how it sped  
Who list to know, shall here 〈…〉 e  
How late allegiance fled.  
¶ If Rivers rage against the Sea.  
And swell with soddeine rain:  
How glad are they to fall again,  
And trace their wonted train?  
If fire by force would forge the fall  
Of any sumptuous place,  
If water floods bid him leave of,  
His flames he will disgrace.  
If God command the winds to cease,  
His blasts are laid full low:  
If God command the seas to calm,  
They will not rage's or flow.  
All things at God's commandment be,  
If he their state regard:  
And no man lives whose destiny  
By him is unpreparde.  
But when a man forsakes the ship,  
And rolls in wallowing waves:  
And of his voluntary will,  
His own good hap depraves:  
How shall he hope to scape the gulf?  
How shall he think to deal?  
How shall his fancy bring him sound  
To safety's shore with sail?  
How shall his freight in fine succeed?  
Alas what shall he gain?  
What fear by storms do make him quake  
How oft subject to pain?  
How sundry times in Dangers den  
Is thrown the man unwise?  
Who climbs withouten hold on high,  
Beware, I him advise.  
All such as trust to false contracts,  
Or secret harms conspire?  
Be sure, with Nortons' they shall taste  
A right deserved hire.  
They can not look for better speed,  
No death for such too fell?  
God grant the justice of the world  
Put by the pains of hell.  
For such a pensive case it is,  
That English hearts did dare  
To pass the bounds of duties law,  
Or of their country care.  
And mercy hath so long released  
Offenders (God doth know)  
And bounty of our courteous Queen  
Too long hath spared her foe.  
But God, whose grace inspires her heart,  
Will not abide the spite  
Of Rebel's rage, who ramp to reach  
From her, her title quite.  
Although she flow in pitiful zeal,  
And loveth to suck no blood:  
Yet God a caveat will her lend  
T'appease those Viper's mood.  
A man that sees his house on fire,  
Will seek to quench the flame:  
Else from the spoil some part convey,  
Else seek the heat to tame.  
Who see a penthouse weather beat,  
And hears a boistrouse wind:  
But heedful safety of himself,  
Will force him secure find?  
The pitiful patient Pelican,  
Her blood although she shed:  
Yet will she seem her date to end,  
Or care her young be sped.  
The Eagle flings her young ones down  
That sight of sun refuse:  
Unperfect fowls she deadly hates,  
And rightly such misuse.  
The Crane would fly up to the Sun,  
I heard it once of old:  
And with the king of birds did strive  
By Fame, I heard it told  
And do woe she would not fall f●e no,  
But higher still did mou●●:  
Till past her reach (saith old report)  
Shame made a back recour  
I touch no Arms herein at all  
But show a fable wise:  
Whose moral sense doth repr 〈…〉  
Of clymers high the guise.  
Who builds a house of many 〈…〉,  
and layeth not ground work 〈…〉  
But doth ertorte the ground 〈…〉 g,  
His building can not dure 〈…〉  
¶ Who seeks surmising to disp 〈…〉  
a Ruler sent by GOD:  
Is subject sure, devoid of grace  
The cause of his own rod.  
A bird that will her nest defile  
By right should lose a wing:  
And then is she no flying fowl,  
But slow as other thing.  
And he that loseth all at games,  
Or spends in fowl excess:  
And hopes by haps to heal his harm,  
Must drink of dear distress.  
To speak of bridles to restrain  
This wilful wayward crew:  
They care not for the book of God,  
To Princes, men untrue.  
To country, causers of much woe,  
To faithful friends, a fall:  
And to their own estates, a sting,  
To others, sharp as gall.  
O Lord, how long these Lizerds lurked,  
Good GOD, how great a while  
Were they in hand with feigned hearts  
Their country to defile?  
How did they frame their furniture?  
How sit they made their tools:  
How Simon sought our english Troy  
To bring to Roman schools.  
How Simon Magus played his part,  
How Babylon bawd did rage:  
How Basan bulls begun to bell,  
How judas sought his wage.  
How jannes' and Jambres did abide  
The brunt of brainsick acts,  
How Dathan, Chore, Abiram seemed  
To dash our Moses' facts.  
How Roman merchant set a fresh  
His pardons brave a sale,  
How always some against the Truth  
Would dream a senseless tale.  
God's vicar from his god received  
The keys to loose and bind:  
Baal's chaplain thought his fire woe 〈…〉 e  
Such was his pagan mind.  
Good Lord how hits the ter● their 〈…〉 'tis  
That saith such men shall be  
In their religion hot nor cold  
Of much variety.  
And sundry sorts of sects sur 〈…〉  
Division shall appear:  
Against the father, son sha' 〈…〉 we,  
'Gainst mother, daughter 〈…〉 e.  
Is it not come to pass trow you?  
Yea, bastards sure they be,  
Who our good mother Queen 〈…〉  
Withstand rebelliously.  
Can God his vengeance long reta 〈…〉  
Where his true servants feel  
injurious spites of godless men,  
Who turn as doth a wheel?  
Not not, his suffryug long (be sure)  
Will pay his foes at last:  
His mercy moved once away,  
He shall them quite out cast  
With sentence just for their untruth,  
And breaking of his will:  
The fruits of their seditious seeds,  
The barns of earth shall fill.  
Their soul's God wots sore clogged with crime  
And their posterity  
Bespotted sore with their abuse,  
And stand by their folly.  
Their livings left their name a shame,  
Their deeds with poison sped:  
Their deaths a wage for want of grace  
Their honours quite is dead.  
Their flesh to feed the kites and crows  
Their arms a maze for men:  
Their guerdon as examples are  
To dash dolt Dunces den.  
Throw up your snouts you sluggish sort  
You mumming masking rout:  
Extol your exclamations up,  
Baal's chaplains, champions stout.  
Make suit for pardons, papists brave,  
For traitors indulgence:  
Sand out some purgatory scraps,  
Some Bulls with Peter pence.  
O swarm of Drones, how dare ye still  
With labouring Bees contend?  
You sought for home from the hives,  
But gall you found in end.  
These wasps do waste, their stings be out  
Their spite will not avail:  
These Peacock's proud are naked left  
Of their displayed tail.  
These Turkey cocks in colour read,  
So long have lurked a loof:  
The Bear (although but slow of foot)  
Hath plucked his wings by proof.  
The Moon her borrowed light hath lost,  
she waned as we see:  
Who hoped by hap of others harms,  
A full Moon once to be.  
The Lion suffered long the Bull,  
His noble mind to try:  
Until the Bull was raging wood,  
And from his stake did high.  
Then time it was to bid him stay  
Perforce, his horns to cut:  
And make him leave his raging tunes  
In silence to be put.  
And all the calves of Basan kind  
Are weaned from their wish:  
The Hircan Tigers tamed now,  
Lemathon eats no fish.  
Behold before your baleful eyes  
The purchase of your part,  
Survey your sudden sorrowful sight  
With sighs of double heart.  
Lament the lack of your allies  
Religious rebels all:  
bewep that ill success of yours,  
Come curse your sudden fall.  
And when ye have your guiles out sought  
And all your craft approved,  
Peccavimus shall be your song  
Your ground work is removed.  
And look how Nortons' sped their wills  
Even so their sect shall have,  
Not better let them hope to gain  
But gallows without grave.    
que William Gibson.  
¶ FINIS.   

¶ Imprinted at London by Alexander Lacie, for Henry Kyrkeham, dwelling at the sign of the black Boy, at the middle North door of Paul's church.