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A horse or a New-Yeares-gift to the right worthy and worshipful Sr. Phillip Balfour, knight, colonell of a Scottish regiment in the seruice of the high and mighty lords the States Generall of the United Prouinces / by G. Lawder.
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Lauder, George, b. ca. 1600.
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Wing L604A; ESTC R41413
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A HORSE OR A NEW-YEARES-GIFT To the Right worthy and worshipful Sr. PHILLIP BALFOUR Knight Colonell of a Scottish Regiment in the seruice of the High and Mighty Lords the States Generall of the United Prouinces BY G. LAWDER AT MIDDELBURGH Printed by JAMES FIERENS Booke-seller at the signe of the GLOBE in the Gift-street Anno 1646. A HORSE AMid the croud of clients that doth choack The thronged streets and temples with the smoak Of loue and incense where true zeal doth burne In happy wishes for the yeares returne Whilest each his Patron humbly doth present Due hommage in some gift or complement Rouz'd from sad silence darke and drouzy shade My bashfull Muse comes blushing forth afraid And shames to be surpriz'd at such a time When so much Reason should awake hir rime That Noble BALFOUR should no token find Of LAUDER'S loue respect and honest mind But whilest her griefe in wandring thoughts doth stray To find a present for this Holy day On flowrie Peleon faire Thessalia's pride In single choice shee nimbly doth bestride A pransing Steed and backwards bends her course To giue him for a New-yeares-gift this HORSE What could my wish in all the world haue found Braue BALFOUR worthier of my duties bound Or your acceptance then what here I bring The noblest Creature next to man their king The warlike Courser whose high courage warmes When trumpets sound and drums doe beat alarmes The battels strength in whose Heroick brest True valour harbours and true loue doth rest The noblest Patme in the fairest feature And justly Soueraigne of the speechles creature The HORSE is full of wonder and delight The sweetest object that presents the sight And vvould you have his qualities descride The GOD of Hoasts and Israel's Armies guide When vvith his Seruant IOB Iob. 39.22 he held discourse Told him the rare perfections of the â—ORSE His Crest is cloath'd vvith thunder None can make His sinevvy limbs like grashoppers to quake His flouting nostrills breath a fearefull smoack The valley trembles at his hoofs hard stroack Hee glories in his strength And trampling goes To meet the squadrons of his armed foes He scorneth feare and is no vvhit afraid Nor turnes about at sight of brandish'd blade The quiuer ratleth in his raised eares He slights the glance of glistring shields and speares His fiercenes rage doth svvallovv up the ground And he disdaines the trumpets auvvfull sound Hee neighs and curbets at the trumpets noise And smells the vvarre a farre Heare 's the lovvd voyce Of thundring Captaines And the shouts and cryes Of Souldiours and shootes lightning from his eyes The generous HORSE hath a great Sympathy With his proud Ryder and can presently Conceiue his meaning vvhen He finds him stirre The reynes or raise his rod or vvagg his spurre As if his mouth and flankes had eyes and eares To heare and see his riders dumb desires Or that his limbs vvere members of that head Whose hand and fancie doth his motions lead What greater pleasure then to see him goe Puffing side-vvaies turning to and fro His Head and body or a gallop strike With Majesty and measure raisd alike Or vvhen he finds the reines more free to flie More svvift then Parthian shaft outrun the eie Vntill his speed have left behind the plain And he come bravelie foaming home againe Then vvith a sense of honour as it vvere Puffd up he proudly casts novv heere novv there His flaming eyes and chafes his clattring bitt As if he vvould say something but for it But vvhen he 's armd for fight And on his head A loftie pannach vvafting plumes doe spread What Curbetts and vvhat capriolls he makes What volts vvith vvhose sad vveight the center shakes With vvhat disdaine he strikes and scrapes the ground Whilest neighing loud he makes the fields resound And in a noble furie seemes to plaine The curbing reines his courage should restraine His rage enflames and breathing fire and smoak He capers kicks and doth himselfe prouoak Turnes round and rises over end to see With froathing mouth a farre the Enemy This noble creature since the vvorld began Hath beene the darling and delight of Man And for his vvorth more Princes loue hath vvonne Then all the rest together Hee alone So much that vvhen I name him I protest I blush and grieue to call him but a beast The vvise and valiant CIMON vvhom proud Greece So much doth boast of thought it no disgrace To lay his HORSE beside himselfe and have Cloase by his tomb his Horses ioyning grave Great ALEXANDER vvho the earth o're ranne And greedie vvishd more vvorlds for him to vvonne Did found a City in his conquests course In honour of Bucephalus his HORSE Braue Julius CAESAR Romes triumphant God Whose conquests ore his countries freedome rode And reft by force the crovvne to proue Her course So much esteem'd dearely lou'd his Horse That in his temple vvhere the people bovvd To vvorship him his HORSE in marble stood Milde ANTONIN whose vvise and happy Raigne A paterne yet for Princes doth remaine So lov'd the HORSE that he vvith cost did mould And cast his Statue into purest gold And VERUS buried in the Vatican A HORSE vvith all the honours due to Man CALIGULA though othervvaies a beast Did oft inuite his Horse to be his guest Drunck healths unto him deckt him vvith his cloack And vvould haue made him CONSUL had he spoke Yea vvhen he vvrongd the Priesthood and vvould take That place he did his HORSE his Colleague make NERO that ne'er lou'd Creature young nor old Even scarse himselfe his HORSE so deare did hold That clad in purple he must weare the Govvne As SENATOR and walk abroad the towne And his fine wanton wench SABINA would Her HORSE have shod with none but shooes of gold The HORSE is often cause of victory And in the battle fighteth furiously He bites and strikes and beats whole squadrons downe Rides o're the ranks till all be quite o'rethrowne And will not heare the sound of the retreit But followes those that flie and are defeat The HORSE was fatall unto famous TROY Which ten yeares lingring siedge could not annoy And those white steeds ANCHISES first did see Vpon the long sought shoare of ITALY Portended warre the land could not be wonne But with hard blowes by his tossd wandring Sonne A HORSE discouered him that should be king Herod lib. 3. When Persia's vvise men forth their Peeres did bring Without the City gate vvel mounted all And hee whose HORSE first neigh'd 't was said should fall The Crowne by lott vvhich Darius did obtaine And by that means came o're the Land to raigne The HORSE Warres Simbole is alive or dead As well vvas seene in CARTHAGE by the Head Of one was found when first faire Dido founded That Towne and with strong walls the Port surrounded For Rome ne'er found a folke more hard to daunt And Hanniball of Canna's field could vaunt The HORSE for speed and strength so farre excells All other Creatures made for service else That euen th' Apostles sometime are compar'd To HORSES for their toyle trauell hard As when the * Zechariah 1.6 Prophet in the vale of Night Among the Mirtles saw that vision bright A Man that sate upon a HORSE was red And others speckled more behind him stood He asked vvhat they were and it vvas sayd Those whom the Lord his messengers had made To walke abroad the earth and shovv his vvill Though all the vvorld in vvickednes sate still What greater marck of true magnificence To shovv the state and puissance of a Prince Then in the choice and number of his HORSE Which proue his povver and doe proclaime his force The Mirror the Mappe of Maiesty Great SALOMON vvhose glory reach'd the skye In nothing more his royall pomp maintaind Then fourty thousand HORSE he entertaind The HORSE may for his Courage justly clayme A share in honours and surviving fame With all those vvorthies that the vvorld admires Those valiant vvandring Knights and sturdie Squires For had not Hee as forvvard been as they Where should vve find our Chiualry to day St. Georg himselfe but for his HORS I feare Had neuer kill'd the Dragon vvith his speare But he hath his revvard and fares no vvorse Then his proud Ryder honoured as a Horse The HORSE alone is vvorth a vvorld of creatures Whose seuerall seruice sutes but vvith their natures Hee s fit for all things and you cannot chuse A vvork becomes him vvrong or vvants his use In peace and vvarre for profit and for pleasure He is the Prince and Peasants choicest treasure Though Fables in fine tires haue truth disguis'd And tell us tales of Monsters Men deuis'd As that the Centaures vvere halfe HOSRE halfe Man The Moral 's good and from this ground began There dvvelt a people on mount Pelions side Who first broke Horses and vvere seene to ride Their simple neighbours thought both Man horse Had beene but One and fear'd their mighty force As of late yeares the sauadge Indians thought When Cortez first from Spayne his horsmen brought For vvhen they fought on foot they fear'd no euill But durst not stand against that Spanish Deuil From thence the Poets faind that prettie tale To shovv that strength and reason still preuaile And therefore fained Chiron to be One That did instruct faire Thetis vvarrelike Sonne The better in that fiction to expresse Those parts requir'd in him that 's put to dresse A Princes youth vvhose vvise deep discourse To manly Reason joines the strength of HORSE But soft my Muse it is too much I feare Stop here thy course and hold in full cariere The gentle HORSE should not be spurr'd too sore Nor must thou vvrong his patience any more The gentle HORSE should not be spurr'd too sore Nor must thou vvrong his patience any more That daings to heare thy harsh and ill-tim'd song The Day is holy hold thy pratling toung Behold Braue BALFOUR vvith vvhat confidence I kindly begge your fauour vvill dispense With this plaine freedome and accept my loue In this poore token though a toy it proue The Gods of old vvere pleas'd vvith poorest things And pettie flovvers are presents for great Kings What here I offer if it please your eye My vvish is full my verse to Heauen vvill flie And I shall reach PARNASSUS sacred sourse On this Pegasian COLT my Flying HORSE SVNT ARTIBVS ARMA DECORI