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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A04107) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 15751) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 912:03) The plagues of Northomberland To the tune of appelles. Barker, John, ballad writer. 1 sheet ([1] p.) In Fletestreate beneath the conduyt, at the signe of saint, Iohn Euangelist, by Thomas Colwell, Imprinted at London : [1570?] A ballad. Publication date conjectured by STC. Verse -- "When that the moone, in Northomberland,". Reproduction of the original in the British Library. eng Plague -- England -- Northumberland -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. eebo The plagues of Northomberland. To the tune of appelles. Barker, John, ballad writer 1570 1 752 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2006-02 Assigned for keying and markup 2006-04 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2006-05 Sampled and proofread 2006-05 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2006-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
❧ The Plagues of Northomberland . To the tune of Appelles .

WHen that the Moone , in Northomberland , After the chaynge , in age well conne , Did rise with force , then to with stande , The lyght and bright beames of the Sonne The sorowfull dolers soone began , Through Percies pryde to many a man . But then a none the Westmere Bull , Behelde the rysinge of this Moone , Thinking that shee had byn at full , He hastyd then a none full soone , With horse , and Armes , and all his might , From parfect daye , to vncertaine lyght . When they in one , consent were pyght , With them was many an ignorant man , The Romyshe Lawes , they wold redyght Through councell of some blind Syr Iohn , Who neuer knewe godes veryte , But to Rebellion then dyd a gree . For if they would of gods word knowen . Longe . xxx . yeres they haue had tyme , Rebellion then had not byn sowen , To brynge ther countre in such cryme , Their poyson now , all men may see , That vnder Suger longe did lie . What myschyfe mouid the Persies hart , This enterpryse to take in hand , This for to playe a Rebelles parte , In raisinge vp Northomberland , But looke what seede , by hym is sowen , With sharp sythes downe it was soone mowen . That countre is , in full sore plyght , That doth a gaynst their Prynce contend , Seeking their owne dreames to redyght , The Popes precepts for to defend , Lyke brutyshe peruerst ignorant men , That seekes before a lawe to ten . This venym longe a breedinge was Which in the Persies breste did growe , The Bull in bellinge did not ceasse , Till that the poyson oute did flowe So farr a broade the streames did ronne , That backe a gayne cold not retourne . This hatefull poyson longe was hyde , Under the cloake of amytie , The outward Treasone was not spyde , But couerid with all courtesie , Their close vnlawfull conspitacion , Hath brought them to great dysolacion . The hope vnsure was transytorye , The which was in that clowdy Moone , Her false eclypes with all the glorye , Her ioye vnstable was endid soone Her sudden chaynge now tells vs all , That Suger sweet was blent with Gall. What state now maye hym selfe assure , Longe here to lyue in quyetnes , What worldely toye maye here in dure , In those where is no stablenes , Wher Lords , and Yerles , in welth doth flowe From their hye state must fall downe lowe . Now by their fall learne to be wyse , Both hye and lowe in eche degree , Let no false lyght deceaue your eyes , As it hath done of late you see . The false beames of the glystringe Moone , Now many a man it hath vndoone . For in the north the did shine longe , But now eclypsyd is her lyght , The Westmere Bull that held so stronge , Hee is depreuyd of his myght , For many tongs of them will tell , How these to Yerles false did Rebell . And many a man more as I heare , That with these Rebelles did take part , Which can not thinke them selues now cleare That in brest beares a doble hart , But as you haue be gonne to brewe , So are you found Rebelles vntrue . The countre cleane you haue vndone , The Lord graunt thersome better staye , Or els will many a mothers sonne , For this cursse you a nother daye , You leaue your wyues and childrene deare , Lamentinge in most wofull cheare . Now let vs praye as we are bound , All for our Queenes hyghe maieste , That shee her enemies may confound , And all that to Rebelles agre , And plant true men vp in their place , The Lord from heauen now gyue her grace . Finis . qd . Iohn Barker ,

Imprinted at London in Fleetestreate beneath the Conduyt , at the signe of saint , Iohn Euangelist , by Thomas Colwell .