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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	king_n	law_n	parliament_n	7,403	5	7.2636	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A81429	A Dialogue betwixt a horse of warre, and a mill-horse; wherein the content and safety of an humble and painfull life, is preferred above all the noyse, the tumults, and trophies of the warre. Full of harmelesse mirth, and variety.		1643 (1643)	Wing D1347; Thomason E80_5; ESTC R4065	4,753	9

A DIALOGVE BETWIXT A HORSE of WARRE and a MILL-HORSE Wherein the content and safety of an humble and painfull life is preferred above all the Noyse the Tumults and Trophies of the Warre Full of harmelesse Mirth and variety LONDON Printed by Bernard Alsop And published according to Order 1645. A discourse between the Cavalliers Warre-Horse and the Country-mans Mill-Horse Cav hors WEll met old Mill-Horse or indeed an Asse I must instruct thee before we doe passe How to live bravely look on me and view My Bridle and my Saddle faire and new Warre doth exalt me and by it I get Honour while that my picture is forth set Cut out in Brasse while on my back I beare Some Noble Earle or valiant Cavallier Come therefore to the Wars and doe not still Subject thy selfe to beare Sacks to the Mill. Mil-hors Despise me not thou Cavalliers War-Horse For thouogh to live I take an idle course Yet for the common-wealth I alwayes stand And am imploy'd for it though I 'm nam'd A Mill-Horse I am free and seem not under Malignants that doe townes and houses plunder Transported on thy back while thou must be Halfe guilty of their wrong and injurie Done to their country while without just cause Thou fightest for the King against the Lawes Against Religion Parliament and all And least the Pope and Bishops downe should fall Thou art expos'd to battle but no thanks Thou hast at all when thou dost break the Ranks Of our stout Muskettiers whose bullets flye In showres as in the fight at Newbery And force thee to retreat with wounds or lame To this the glory of thy halting fame Whereof thou dost so bragge beside thy fault Of fighting for them who have alwayes fought Against the common-wealth is such a sin That doth stick closer to thee then thy skin What though upon my back I carry sacks Thy meat is plunderd out of barnes and stacks While thou dost feed on stolen Oates and Hay The wronged Farmers curse the strength away Of all thy Diet often wishing that Diseases may consume thy ill-got fat Therefore recant and never more appeare In field a Champion for the Cavallier Let not his spurre nor false fame prick thee on To fight in unjust warres as thou hast done Cav hors Fame is not that I aime at but the knowne Right of the King the trumpet that is blowne Unto the Battell doth not give me more Courage then what I had in him before As if we did partake of more then sense And farre exceeded mans intelligence In stooping unto Kings and doe prove thus Our selves descended from Bucephalus That Horse who did no loyall duty lack But kneeling downe received on his back Great Alexander while men kick and fling Against the power of so good a King As time hath blest us with O let this force A change in thee who art a dull Mill-horse Thou art no Papist being without merit Nor zealous Brownist for thou dost want spirit But with a Halter ty'd to block or pale Dost pennance while thy master drinks his Ale In some poore Village such a poore thing art thou Who Gentry scorne beare till thy ribs doe bow Burthens of corne or meale while that Kings are My Royall Masters both in Peace and Warre Mil-hors Boast not of happy fortune since time brings A change to setled States and greatest Kings England was happy peace and plenty too Did make their rich abode here but now view The alteration Warre hath brought in woe And sad destruction doth this land o'reflow Now thou art proud but if this warre in peace Should end thy high ambition would then cease Thy strength and courage would find no regard Thy plundering service should get no reward Although in warre thou trample downe and kill Thy foe in age thou shalt beare sacks to Mill As I doe now and when thy skinne is grizzle Groan underneath thy burthen fart and fizzle Like an old horse a souldier of the Kings Ill imploy'd valour sad repentance brings When thou art lame and wounded in a fight Not knowing whether thou dost wrong or right Or what is the true ground of this sad warre Where King and subjects both ingaged are Both doe pretend the justnesse of their cause One for Religion Liberty and Lawes Doth stand while that the King doth strive again His Right and due Prerogative to maintaine The King keeps close to this while subjects be Growne mad to eclipse the sonne of Majestie By enterposing differences how canst thou judge Where the fault is both at each other grudge I know that this discourse is farre too high For us yet now to talke of Majesty In boldest manner is a common thing While every cobler will condemn a King And be so politick in their discourse Yet know no more then I a poore Mill-horse Who for the common-wealth doe stand and goe VVould every commonwealths-man did doe so Cav hors Mill-horse in this thy space and speech agree Both wanting spirit dull and tedious bee The King and commonwealth are vexed theames Writ on by many prethee think on Beanes And Oates well ground what need hast thou to care How the deplored commonwealth doth fare For policy this rule in mind doth keep Laugh when thou hast made others grieve and weep What care we how the State of things doe goe While thou art well let others feele the woe If I have store of provender I care not Let Cavalliers still plunder on and spare not When Ockingham was burned I stood by And like rich widdowes wept at ne're an eye When the town burnt a fellow said in leather He lov'd to see a good fire in cold weather And with the simple clowne I doe say still If I doe well I care not who doth ill For with the Cavalliers I keep one course And have no more Religion then a Horse I not for the Liberty not Lawes Not priviledge of Subjects nor the cause Let us stand well affected to good Oates While that the ship of State and Kingdome floates On bloody waves the staved rack shall be Crammed with hey a commonwealth to me Mill-hors Alasse I pitty thee thou great war-horse VVho art like Cavalliers without remorse The sad affliction which the Kingdome feeles Regarding not thou casts it at thy heeles And so dost prove that horses have no braine Or if they have they little wit containe Vnto the Kingdomes tale thy prick-eares lend VVhose griefe I will describe and right defend Cav-hors Thou defend right thy right to the high way Is lost as sure as thou dost live by hey In telling of a tale without all doubt Thou needs must stumble and wilt soon run out Of breath and sense good Mill-horse therefore prethee Leave tales there are too many tales already That weekly flye with more lies without faile Then there be haires within a horses taile And if the writers angry be I wish You would the Cavalliers horse arse both kisse Not as the Miller thy back doth