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What the Line you boast? 308:185,022[A ]| What Chance hath cast thee panting on our Coast? 308:185,023[A ]| With strictest Truth let all thy Words agree, 308:185,024[A ]| Nor let me find a faithless Mouse in thee. 308:185,025[A ]| If worthy Friendship, proffer'd Friendship take, 308:185,026[A ]| And entring view the pleasurable Lake: 308:185,027[A ]| Range o'er my Palace, in my Bounty share, 308:185,028[A ]| And glad return from hospitable Fare. 308:185,029[A ]| This Silver Realm extends beneath my Sway, 308:185,030[A ]| And me, their Monarch, all its Frogs obey. 308:185,031[A ]| Great Physignathus I, from Peleus' Race, 308:185,032[A ]| Begot in fair Hydromeduse' Embrace, 308:186,000[' ]| 308:186,033[A ]| Where by the nuptial Bank that paints his Side, 308:186,034[A ]| The swift Eridanus delights to glide. 308:186,035[A ]| Thee too, thy Form, thy Strength, and Port proclaim, 308:186,036[A ]| A scepter'd King; a Son of Martial Fame; 308:186,037[A ]| Then trace thy Line, and aid my guessing Eyes. 308:186,038[A ]| Thus ceas'd the Frog, and thus the Mouse replies. 308:186,039[A ]| Known to the Gods, the Men, the Birds that fly 308:186,040[A ]| Thro' wild Expanses of the midway Sky, 308:186,041[A ]| My Name resounds; and if unknown to thee, 308:186,042[A ]| The Soul of Great Psycarpax lives in me. 308:186,043[A ]| Of brave Troxartas' Line, whose sleeky Down 308:186,044[A ]| In Love compress'd Lychomile the brown. 308:186,045[A ]| My Mother she, and Princess of the Plains 308:186,046[A ]| Where-e're her Father Pternotroctas reigns: 308:186,047[A ]| Born where a Cabin lifts its airy Shed, 308:186,048[A ]| With Figs, with Nuts, with vary'd Dainties fed. 308:186,049[A ]| But since our Natures nought in common know, 308:186,050[A ]| From what Foundation can a Friendship grow? 308:186,051[A ]| These curling Waters o'er thy Palace roll; 308:186,052[A ]| But Man's high Food supports my Princely Soul. 308:186,053[A ]| In vain the circled Loaves attempt to lie 308:186,054[A ]| Conceal'd in Flaskets from my curious Eye, 308:186,055[A ]| In vain the Tripe that boasts the whitest Hue, 308:186,056[A ]| In vain the gilded Bacon shuns my View, 308:186,057[A ]| In vain the Cheeses, Offspring of the Pale, 308:186,058[A ]| Or honey'd Cakes, which Gods themselves regale. 308:186,059[A ]| And as in Arts I shine, in Arms I fight, 308:186,060[A ]| Mix'd with the bravest, and unknown to Flight. 308:186,061[A ]| Tho' large to mine the humane Form appear, 308:186,062[A ]| Not Man himself can smite my Soul with Fear. 308:186,063[A ]| Sly to the Bed with silent Steps I go, 308:186,064[A ]| Attempt his Finger, or attack his Toe, 308:186,065[A ]| And fix indented Wounds with dext'rous Skill, 308:186,066[A ]| Sleeping he feels, and only seems to feel. 308:186,067[A ]| Yet have we Foes which direful Dangers cause, 308:186,068[A ]| Grim Owls with Talons arm'd, and Cats with Claws, 308:186,069[A ]| And that false Trap, the Den of silent Fate, 308:186,070[A ]| Where Death his Ambush plants around the Bait; 308:186,071[A ]| All-dreaded these, and dreadful o'er the rest 308:186,072[A ]| The potent Warriours of the tabby Vest, 308:186,073[A ]| If to the dark we fly, the Dark they trace, 308:186,074[A ]| And rend our Heroes of the nibling Race. 308:186,075[A ]| But me, nor Stalks, nor watrish Herbs delight, 308:187,000[' ]| 308:187,076[A ]| Nor can the crimson Radish charm my Sight, 308:187,077[A ]| The Lake-resounding Frogs selected Fare, 308:187,078[A ]| Which not a Mouse of any Tast can bear. 308:187,079[A ]| As thus the downy Prince his Mind exprest, 308:187,080[A ]| His Answer thus the croaking King addrest. 308:187,081[A ]| Thy Words luxuriant on thy Dainties rove, 308:187,082[A ]| And, stranger, we can boast of bounteous Jove: 308:187,083[A ]| We sport in Water, or we dance on Land, 308:187,084[A ]| And born amphibious, Food from both command. 308:187,085[A ]| But trust thy self where Wonders ask thy View, 308:187,086[A ]| And safely tempt those Seas, I'll bear thee through: 308:187,087[A ]| Ascend my Shoulders, firmly keep thy Seat, 308:187,088[A ]| And reach my marshy Court, and feast in State. 308:187,089[A ]| He said, and leant his Back; with nimble Bound 308:187,090[A ]| Leaps the light Mouse, and clasps his Arms around, 308:187,091[A ]| Then wond'ring floats, and sees with glad Survey 308:187,092[A ]| The winding Banks dissemble Ports at Sea. 308:187,093[A ]| But when aloft the curling Water rides, 308:187,094[A ]| And wets with azure Wave his downy Sides, 308:187,095[A ]| His Thoughts grow conscious of approaching Woe, 308:187,096[A ]| His idle Tears with vain Repentance flow, 308:187,097[A ]| His Locks he rends, his trembling Feet he rears, 308:187,098[A ]| Thick beats his Heart with unaccustom'd Fears; 308:187,099[A ]| He sighs, and chill'd with Danger, longs for Shore: 308:187,100[A ]| His Tail extended forms a fruitless Oar, 308:187,101[A ]| Half-drench'd in liquid Death his Pray'rs he spake, 308:187,102[A ]| And thus bemoan'd him from the dreadful Lake. 308:187,103[A ]| So pass'd Europa thro' the rapid Sea, 308:187,104[A ]| Trembling and fainting all the vent'rous Way; 308:187,105[A ]| With oary Feet the Bull triumphant rode, 308:187,106[A ]| And safe in Crete depos'd his lovely Load. 308:187,107[A ]| Ah safe at last! may thus the Frog support 308:187,108[A ]| My trembling Limbs to reach his ample Court. 308:187,109[A ]| As thus he sorrows, Death ambiguous grows, 308:187,110[A ]| Lo! from the deep a Water-Hydra rose; 308:187,111[A ]| He rolls his sanguin'd Eyes, his Bosom heaves, 308:187,112[A ]| And darts with active Rage along the Waves. 308:187,113[A ]| Confus'd, the Monarch sees his hissing Foe, 308:187,114[A ]| And dives to shun the sable Fates below. 308:187,115[A ]| Forgetful Frog! The Friend thy Shoulders bore, 308:187,116[A ]| Unskill'd in Swimming, floats remote from Shore. 308:187,117[A ]| He grasps with fruitless Hands to find Relief, 308:187,118[A ]| Supinely falls, and grinds his Teeth with Grief, 308:188,000[' ]| 308:188,119[A ]| Plunging he sinks, and struggling mounts again, 308:188,120[A ]| And sinks, and strives, but strives with Fate in vain. 308:188,121[A ]| The weighty Moisture clogs his hairy Vest, 308:188,122[A ]| And thus the Prince his dying Rage exprest. 308:188,123[A ]| Nor thou, that flings me flound'ring from thy Back, 308:188,124[A ]| As from hard Rocks rebounds the shatt'ring Wrack, 308:188,125[A ]| Nor thou shalt 'scape thy Due, perfidious King! 308:188,126[A ]| Pursu'd by Vengeance on the swiftest Wing: 308:188,127[A ]| At Land thy Strength could never equal mine, 308:188,128[A ]| At Sea to conquer, and by Craft, was thine. 308:188,129[A ]| But Heav'n has Gods, and Gods have searching Eyes: 308:188,130[A ]| Ye Mice, ye Mice, my great Avengers rise! 308:188,131[A ]| This said, he sighing gasp'd, and gasping dy'd. 308:188,132[A ]| His Death the young Lychopinax espy'd, 308:188,133[A ]| As on the flow'ry Brink he pass'd the Day, 308:188,134[A ]| Bask'd in the Beams, and loyter'd Life away: 308:188,135[A ]| Loud shrieks the Mouse, his Shrieks the Shores repeat; 308:188,136[A ]| The nibbling Nation learn their Heroe's Fate: 308:188,137[A ]| Grief, dismal Grief ensues; deep Murmur's sound, 308:188,138[A ]| And shriller Fury fills the deafen'd Ground; 308:188,139[A ]| From Lodge to Lodge the sacred Heralds run, 308:188,140[A ]| To fix their Council with the rising Sun; 308:188,141[A ]| Where great Troxartas crown'd in Glory reigns, 308:188,142[A ]| And winds his length'ning Court beneath the Plains; 308:188,143[A ]| Psycarpax Father, Father now no more! 308:188,144[A ]| For poor Psycarpax lies remote from Shore; 308:188,145[A ]| Supine he lies! the silent Waters stand, 308:185,146[A ]| And no kind Billow wafts the Dead to Land! 308:288,000[' ]| 308:288,001[A ]| When rosy-finger'd Morn had ting'd the Clouds, 308:288,002[A ]| Around their Monarch-Mouse the Nation crouds, 308:288,003[A ]| Slow rose the Monarch, heav'd his anxious Breast, 308:288,004[A ]| And thus, the Council fill'd with Rage, addrest. 308:288,005[A ]| For lost Psycarpax much my Soul endures, 308:288,006[A ]| 'Tis mine the private Grief, the publick, yours. 308:288,007[A ]| Three warlike Sons adorn'd my nuptial Bed, 308:288,008[A ]| Three Sons, alas, before their Father dead! 308:288,009[A ]| Our Eldest perish'd by the rav'ning Cat, 308:289,000[' ]| 308:289,010[A ]| As near my Court the Prince unheedful sate. 308:289,011[A ]| Our next, an Engine fraught with Danger drew, 308:289,012[A ]| The Portal gap'd, the Bait was hung in View, 308:289,013[A ]| Dire Arts assist the Trap, the Fates decoy, 308:289,014[A ]| And Men unpitying kill'd my gallant Boy! 308:289,015[A ]| The last, his Country's Hope, his Parent's Pride, 308:289,016[A ]| Plung'd in the Lake by Physignathus, dy'd. 308:289,017[A ]| Rouse all the War, my Friends! avenge the Deed, 308:289,018[A ]| And bleed that Monarch, and his Nation bleed. 308:289,019[A ]| His Words in ev'ry Breast inspir'd Alarms, 308:289,020[A ]| And careful Mars supply'd their Host with Arms. 308:289,021[A ]| In verdant Hulls despoil'd of all their Beans, 308:289,022[A ]| The buskin'd Warriours stalk'd along the Plains, 308:289,023[A ]| Quills aptly bound, their bracing Corselet made, 308:289,024[A ]| Fac'd with the Plunder of a Cat they flay'd, 308:289,025[A ]| The Lamp's round Boss affords their ample Shield, 308:289,026[A ]| Large Shells of Nuts their cov'ring Helmet yield; 308:289,027[A ]| And o'er the Region, with reflected Rays, 308:289,028[A ]| Tall Groves of Needles for their Lances blaze. 308:289,029[A ]| Dreadful in Arms the marching Mice appear: 308:289,030[A ]| The wond'ring Frogs perceive the Tumult near, 308:289,031[A ]| Forsake the Waters, thick'ning form a Ring, 308:289,032[A ]| And ask, and hearken, whence the Noises spring; 308:289,033[A ]| When near the Croud, disclos'd to publick View, 308:289,034[A ]| The valiant Chief Embasichytros drew: 308:289,035[A ]| The sacred Herald's Scepter grac'd his Hand, 308:289,036[A ]| And thus his Words exprest his King's Command. 308:289,037[A ]| Ye Frogs! the Mice with Vengeance fir'd, advance, 308:289,038[A ]| And deckt in Armour shake the shining Lance; 308:289,039[A ]| Their hapless Prince by Physignathus slain, 308:289,040[A ]| Extends incumbent on the watry Plain. 308:289,041[A ]| Then arm your Host, the doubtful Battle try; 308:289,042[A ]| Lead forth those Frogs that have the Soul to die. 308:289,043[A ]| The Chief retires, the Crowd the Challenge hear, 308:289,044[A ]| And proudly-swelling, yet perplex'd appear, 308:289,045[A ]| Much they resent, yet much their Monarch blame, 308:289,046[A ]| Who rising, spoke to clear his tainted Fame. 308:289,047[A ]| O Friends, I never forc'd the Mouse to Death, 308:289,048[A ]| Nor saw the Gaspings of his latest Breath. 308:289,049[A ]| He, vain of Youth, our Art of Swimming try'd, 308:289,050[A ]| And vent'rous, in the Lake the Wanton dy'd. 308:289,051[A ]| To Vengeance now by false Appearance led, 308:290,000[' ]| 308:290,052[A ]| They point their Anger at my guiltless Head. 308:290,053[A ]| But wage the rising War by deep Device, 308:290,054[A ]| And turn its Fury on the crafty Mice. 308:290,055[A ]| Your King directs the Way; my Thoughts elate 308:290,056[A ]| With Hopes of Conquest, form Designs of Fate. 308:290,057[A ]| Where high the Banks their verdant Surface heave, 308:290,058[A ]| And the steep Sides confine the sleeping Wave, 308:290,059[A ]| There, near the Margin, and in Armour bright, 308:290,060[A ]| Sustain the first impetuous Shocks of Fight: 308:290,061[A ]| Then where the dancing Feather joins the Crest, 308:290,062[A ]| Let each brave Frog his obvious Mouse arrest; 308:290,063[A ]| Each strongly grasping, headlong plunge a Foe, 308:290,064[A ]| 'Till countless Circles whirl the Lake below; 308:290,065[A ]| Down sink the Mice in yielding Waters drown'd; 308:290,066[A ]| Loud flash the Waters; ecchoing Shores resound: 308:290,067[A ]| The Frogs triumphant tread the conquer'd Plain, 308:290,068[A ]| And raise their glorious Trophies of the slain. 308:290,069[A ]| He spake no more, his prudent Scheme imparts 308:290,070[A ]| Redoubling Ardour to the boldest Hearts. 308:290,071[A ]| Green was the Suit his arming Heroes chose, 308:290,072[A ]| Around their Legs the Greaves of Mallows close, 308:290,073[A ]| Green were the Beetes about their Shoulders laid, 308:290,074[A ]| And green the Colewort, which the Target made. 308:290,075[A ]| Form'd of the vary'd Shells the Waters yield, 308:290,076[A ]| Their glossy Helmets glist'ned o'er the Field; 308:290,077[A ]| And tap'ring Sea-Reeds for the polish'd Spear, 308:290,078[A ]| With upright Order pierc'd the ambient Air. 308:290,079[A ]| Thus dress'd for War, they take th' appointed Height, 308:290,080[A ]| Poize the long Arms, and urge the promis'd Fight. 308:290,081[A ]| But now, where Jove's irradiate Spires arise, 308:290,082[A ]| With Stars surrounded in AEthereal Skies, 308:290,083[A ]| (A Solemn Council call'd) the brazen Gates 308:290,084[A ]| Unbar; the Gods assume their golden Seats: 308:290,085[A ]| The Sire superiour leans, and points to show 308:290,086[A ]| What wond'rous Combats Mortals wage below: 308:290,087[A ]| How strong, how large, the num'rous Heroes stride; 308:290,088[A ]| What Length of Lance they shake with warlike Pride: 308:290,089[A ]| What eager Fire, their rapid March reveals; 308:290,090[A ]| So the fierce Centaurs ravag'd o'er the Dales; 308:290,091[A ]| And so confirm'd, the daring Titans rose, 308:290,092[A ]| Heap'd Hills on Hills, and bid the Gods be Foes. 308:290,093[A ]| This seen, the Pow'r his sacred Visage rears, 308:291,000[' ]| 308:291,094[A ]| He casts a pitying Smile on worldly Cares, 308:291,095[A ]| And asks what heav'nly Guardians take the List, 308:291,096[A ]| Or who the Mice, or who the Frogs assist? 308:291,097[A ]| Then thus to Pallas. If my Daughter's Mind 308:291,098[A ]| Have join'd the Mice, why stays she still behind? 308:291,099[A ]| Drawn forth by sav'ry Steams they wind their Way, 308:291,100[A ]| And sure Attendance round thine Altar pay, 308:291,101[A ]| Where while the Victims gratify their Tast, 308:291,102[A ]| They sport to please the Goddess of the Feast. 308:291,103[A ]| Thus spake the Ruler of the spacious Skies, 308:291,104[A ]| When thus, resolv'd, the Blue-Ey'd Maid replies. 308:291,105[A ]| In vain, my Father! all their Dangers plead, 308:291,106[A ]| To such, thy Pallas never grants her Aid. 308:291,107[A ]| My flow'ry Wreaths they petulantly spoil, 308:291,108[A ]| And rob my chrystal Lamps of feeding Oil. 308:291,109[A ]| (Ills following Ills) but what afflicts me more, 308:291,110[A ]| My Veil, that idle Race profanely tore. 308:291,111[A ]| The Web was curious, wrought with Art divine; 308:291,112[A ]| Relentless Wretches! all the Work was mine. 308:291,113[A ]| Along the Loom the purple Warp I spread, 308:291,114[A ]| Cast the light Shoot, and crost the silver Thread; 308:291,115[A ]| In this their Teeth a thousand Breaches tear, 308:291,116[A ]| The thousand Breaches skilful Hands repair, 308:291,117[A ]| For which vile earthly Dunns thy Daughter grieve, 308:291,118[A ]| And Gods, that use no Coin, have none to give. 308:291,119[A ]| And Learning's Goddess never less can owe, 308:291,120[A ]| Neglected Learning gets no Wealth below. 308:291,121[A ]| Nor let the Frogs to gain my Succour sue, 308:291,122[A ]| Those clam'rous Fools have lost my Favour too. 308:291,123[A ]| For late, when all the Conflict ceast at Night, 308:291,124[A ]| When my stretch'd Sinews work'd with eager Fight, 308:291,125[A ]| When spent with glorious Toil, I left the Field, 308:291,126[A ]| And sunk for Slumber on my swelling Shield, 308:291,127[A ]| Lo from the Deep, repelling sweet Repose, 308:291,128[A ]| With noisy Croakings half the Nation rose: 308:291,129[A ]| Devoid of Rest, with aking Brows I lay, 308:291,130[A ]| 'Till Cocks proclaim'd the crimson Dawn of Day. 308:291,131[A ]| Let all, like me, from either Host forbear, 308:291,132[A ]| Nor tempt the flying Furies of the Spear. 308:291,133[A ]| Let heav'nly Blood (or what for Blood may flow) 308:291,134[A ]| Adorn the Conquest of a meaner Foe, 308:291,135[A ]| Who, wildly rushing, meet the wond'rous Odds, 308:292,000[' ]| 308:292,136[A ]| Tho' Gods oppose, and brave the wounded Gods. 308:292,137[A ]| O'er gilded Clouds reclin'd, the Danger view, 308:292,138[A ]| And be the Wars of Mortals Scenes for you. 308:292,139[A ]| So mov'd the blue-ey'd Queen, her Words persuade, 308:292,140[A ]| Great Jove assented, and the rest obey'd. 308:392,000[' ]| 308:392,001[A ]| Now Front to Front the marching Armies shine, 308:392,002[A ]| Halt e'er they meet, and form the length'ning Line, 308:392,003[A ]| The Chiefs conspicuous seen, and heard afar, 308:392,004[A ]| Give the loud Sign to loose the rushing War; 308:392,005[A ]| Their dreadful Trumpets deep-mouth'd Hornets sound, 308:392,006[A ]| The sounded Charge remurmurs o'er the Ground, 308:392,007[A ]| Ev'n Jove proclaims a Field of Horror nigh, 308:392,008[A ]| And rolls low Thunder thro' the troubled Sky. 308:392,009[A ]| First to the Fight the large Hypsiboas flew, 308:392,010[A ]| And brave Lychenor with a Javelin slew. 308:392,011[A ]| The luckless Warriour fill'd with gen'rous Flame, 308:392,012[A ]| Stood foremost glitt'ring in the Post of Fame; 308:392,013[A ]| When in his Liver struck, the Jav'lin hung; 308:392,014[A ]| The Mouse fell thund'ring, and the Target rung; 308:392,015[A ]| Prone to the Ground he sinks his closing Eye, 308:392,016[A ]| And soil'd in Dust his lovely Tresses lie. 308:392,017[A ]| A Spear at Pelion Troglodytes cast, 308:392,018[A ]| The missive Spear within the Bosom past; 308:392,019[A ]| Death's sable Shades the fainting Frog surround, 308:392,020[A ]| And Life's red Tide runs ebbing from the Wound. 308:392,021[A ]| Embasichytros felt Seutlaeus' Dart 308:392,022[A ]| Transfix, and quiver in his panting Heart; 308:392,023[A ]| But great Artophagus aveng'd the slain, 308:392,024[A ]| And big Seutlaeus tumbling loads the Plain, 308:392,025[A ]| And Polyphonus dies, a Frog renown'd, 308:392,026[A ]| For boastful Speech and Turbulence of Sound; 308:392,027[A ]| Deep thro' the Belly pierc'd, supine he lay, 308:392,028[A ]| And breath'd his Soul against the Face of Day. 308:392,029[A ]| The strong Lymnocharis, who view'd with Ire, 308:392,030[A ]| A Victor triumph, and a Friend expire; 308:392,031[A ]| And fiercely flung where Troglodytes fought, 308:392,032[A ]| With heaving Arms a rocky Fragment caught, 308:392,033[A ]| A Warriour vers'd in Arts, of sure Retreat, 308:393,000[' ]| 308:393,034[A ]| Yet Arts in vain elude impending Fate; 308:393,035[A ]| Full on his sinewy Neck the Fragment fell, 308:393,036[A ]| And o'er his Eye-lids Clouds eternal dwell. 308:393,037[A ]| Lychenor (second of the glorious Name) 308:393,038[A ]| Striding advanc'd, and took no wand'ring Aim; 308:393,039[A ]| Thro' all the Frog the shining Jav'lin flies, 308:393,040[A ]| And near the vanquish'd Mouse the Victor dies; 308:393,041[A ]| The dreadful Stroke Crambophagus affrights, 308:393,042[A ]| Long bred to Banquets, less inur'd to Fights, 308:393,043[A ]| Heedless he runs, and stumbles o'er the Steep, 308:393,044[A ]| And wildly flound'ring flashes up the Deep; 308:393,045[A ]| Lychenor following with a downward Blow 308:393,046[A ]| Reach'd in the Lake his unrecover'd Foe; 308:393,047[A ]| Gasping he rolls, a purple Stream of Blood 308:393,048[A ]| Distains the Surface of the Silver Flood; 308:393,049[A ]| Thro' the wide Wound the rushing Entrails throng, 308:393,050[A ]| And slow the breathless Carkass floats along. 308:393,051[A ]| Lymnisius good Tyroglyphus assails, 308:393,052[A ]| Prince of the Mice that haunt the flow'ry Vales, 308:393,053[A ]| Lost to the milky Fares and rural Seat, 308:393,054[A ]| He came to perish on the Bank of Fate. 308:393,055[A ]| The dread Pternoglyphus demands the Fight, 308:393,056[A ]| Which tender Calaminthius shuns by Flight, 308:393,057[A ]| Drops the green Target, springing quits the Foe, 308:393,058[A ]| Glides thro' the Lake, and safely dives below. 308:393,059[A ]| The dire Pternophagus divides his Way 308:393,060[A ]| Thro' breaking Ranks, and leads the dreadful Day. 308:393,061[A ]| No nibbling Prince excell'd in Fierceness more, 308:393,062[A ]| His Parents fed him on the savage Boar; 308:393,063[A ]| But where his Lance the Field with Blood imbru'd, 308:393,064[A ]| Swift as he mov'd Hydrocharis pursu'd, 308:393,065[A ]| 'Till fall'n in Death he lies, a shatt'ring Stone 308:393,066[A ]| Sounds on the Neck, and crushes all the Bone, 308:393,067[A ]| His Blood pollutes the Verdure of the Plain, 308:393,068[A ]| And from his Nostrils bursts the gushing Brain. 308:393,069[A ]| Lycopinax with Borbocaetes fights 308:393,070[A ]| A blameless Frog, whom humbler Life delights; 308:393,071[A ]| The fatal Jav'lin unrelenting flies, 308:393,072[A ]| And Darkness seals the gentle Croaker's Eyes. 308:393,073[A ]| Incens'd Prassophagus with spritely Bound, 308:393,074[A ]| Bears Cnissiodortes off the rising Ground, 308:393,075[A ]| Then drags him o'er the Lake depriv'd of Breath, 308:393,076[A ]| And downward plunging, sinks his Soul to Death. 308:394,000[' ]| 308:394,077[A ]| But now the great Psycarpax shines afar, 308:394,078[A ]| (Scarce he so great whose Loss provok'd the War) 308:394,079[A ]| Swift to revenge his fatal Jav'lin fled, 308:394,080[A ]| And thro' the Liver struck Pelusius dead; 308:394,081[A ]| His freckled Corps before the Victor fell, 308:394,082[A ]| His Soul indignant sought the Shades of Hell. 308:394,083[A ]| This saw Pelobates, and from the Flood 308:394,084[A ]| Lifts with both Hands a monst'rous Mass of Mud, 308:394,085[A ]| The Cloud obscene o'er all the Warrior flies, 308:394,086[A ]| Dishonours his brown Face, and blots his Eyes. 308:394,087[A ]| Enrag'd, and wildly sputtring, from the Shore 308:394,088[A ]| A Stone immense of Size the Warrior bore, 308:394,089[A ]| A Load for lab'ring Earth, whose Bulk to raise, 308:394,090[A ]| Asks ten degen'rate Mice of modern Days. 308:394,091[A ]| Full to the Leg arrives the crushing Wound, 308:394,092[A ]| The Frog supportless, wriths upon the Ground. 308:394,093[A ]| Thus flush'd, the Victor wars with matchless Force, 308:394,094[A ]| 'Till loud Craugasides arrests his Course, 308:394,095[A ]| Hoarse-croaking Threats precede, with fatal Speed 308:394,096[A ]| Deep thro' the Belly runs the pointed Reed, 308:394,097[A ]| Then strongly tug'd, return'd imbru'd with Gore, 308:394,098[A ]| And on the Pile his reeking Entrails bore. 308:394,099[A ]| The lame Sitophagus oppress'd with Pain, 308:394,100[A ]| Creeps from the desp'rate Dangers of the Plain; 308:394,101[A ]| And where the Ditches rising Weeds supply, 308:394,102[A ]| To spread their lowly Shades beneath the Sky, 308:394,103[A ]| There lurks the silent Mouse reliev'd of Heat, 308:394,104[A ]| And safe imbower'd, avoids the Chance of Fate. 308:394,105[A ]| But here Troxartes, Physignathus there, 308:394,106[A ]| Whirl the dire Furies of the pointed Spear: 308:394,107[A ]| Then where the Foot around its Ankle plies, 308:394,108[A ]| Troxartes wounds, and Physignathus flies, 308:394,109[A ]| Halts to the Pool, a safe Retreat to find, 308:394,110[A ]| And trails a dangling Length of Leg behind. 308:394,111[A ]| The Mouse still urges, still the Frog retires, 308:394,112[A ]| And half in Anguish of the Flight expires; 308:394,113[A ]| Then pious Ardor young Prassaeus brings, 308:394,114[A ]| Betwixt the Fortunes of contending Kings: 308:394,115[A ]| Lank, harmless Frog! with Forces hardly grown, 308:394,116[A ]| He darts the Reed in Combats not his own, 308:394,117[A ]| Which faintly tinkling on Troxartes' Shield, 308:394,118[A ]| Hangs at the Point, and drops upon the Field. 308:394,119[A ]| Now nobly tow'ring o'er the rest appears 308:395,000[' ]| 308:395,120[A ]| A gallant Prince that far transcends his Years, 308:395,121[A ]| Pride of his Sire, and Glory of his House, 308:395,122[A ]| And more a Mars in Combat than a Mouse: 308:395,123[A ]| His Action bold, robust his ample Frame, 308:395,124[A ]| And Meridarpax his resounding Name. 308:395,125[A ]| The Warrior singled from the fighting Crowd, 308:395,126[A ]| Boasts the dire Honours of his Arms aloud; 308:395,127[A ]| Then strutting near the Lake, with Looks elate, 308:395,128[A ]| Threats all its Nations with approaching Fate. 308:395,129[A ]| And such his Strength, the Silver Lakes around, 308:395,130[A ]| Might roll their Waters o'er unpeopled Ground. 308:395,131[A ]| But pow'rful Jove who shews no less his Grace 308:395,132[A ]| To Frogs that perish, than to human Race, 308:395,133[A ]| Felt soft Compassion rising in his Soul, 308:395,134[A ]| And shook his sacred Head, that shook the Pole. 308:395,135[A ]| Then thus to all the gazing Pow'rs began, 308:395,136[A ]| The Sire of Gods, and Frogs, and Mouse, and Man. 308:395,137[A ]| What Seas of Blood I view, what Worlds of slain, 308:395,138[A ]| An Iliad rising from a Day's Campaign! 308:395,139[A ]| How fierce his Jav'lin o'er the trembling Lakes 308:395,140[A ]| The black-fur'd Hero Meridarpax shakes! 308:395,141[A ]| Unless some fav'ring Deity descend, 308:395,142[A ]| Soon will the Frogs loquacious Empire end. 308:395,143[A ]| Let dreadful Pallas wing'd with Pity fly, 308:395,144[A ]| And make her AEgis blaze before his Eye: 308:395,145[A ]| While Mars refulgent on his ratling Car, 308:395,146[A ]| Arrests his raging Rival of the War. 308:395,147[A ]| He ceas'd, reclining with attentive Head, 308:395,148[A ]| When thus the glorious God of Combats said. 308:395,149[A ]| Nor Pallas, Jove! tho' Pallas take the Field, 308:395,150[A ]| With all the Terrors of her hissing Shield, 308:395,151[A ]| Nor Mars himself, tho' Mars in Armour bright 308:395,152[A ]| Ascend his Car, and wheel amidst the Fight; 308:395,153[A ]| Nor these can drive the desp'rate Mouse afar, 308:395,154[A ]| And change the Fortunes of the bleeding War. 308:395,155[A ]| Let all go forth, all Heav'n in Arms arise, 308:395,156[A ]| Or launch thy own red Thunder from the Skies. 308:395,157[A ]| Such ardent Bolts as flew that wond'rous Day, 308:395,158[A ]| When Heaps of Titans mix'd with Mountains lay, 308:395,159[A ]| When all the Giant-Race enormous fell, 308:395,160[A ]| And huge Enceladus was hurl'd to Hell. 308:395,161[A ]| 'Twas thus th' Armipotent advis'd the Gods, 308:395,162[A ]| When from his Throne the Cloud-Compeller nods, 308:396,000[' ]| 308:396,163[A ]| Deep length'ning Thunders run from Pole to Pole, 308:396,164[A ]| Olympus trembles as the Thunders roll. 308:396,165[A ]| Then swift he whirls the brandish'd Bolt around, 308:396,166[A ]| And headlong darts it at the distant Ground, 308:396,167[A ]| The Bolt discharg'd inwrap'd with Light'ning flies, 308:396,168[A ]| And rends its flaming Passage thro' the Skies, 308:396,169[A ]| Then Earth's Inhabitants the Niblers shake, 308:396,170[A ]| And Frogs, the Dwellers in the Waters, quake. 308:396,171[A ]| Yet still the Mice advance their dread Design, 308:396,172[A ]| And the last Danger threats the croaking Line, 308:396,173[A ]| 'Till Jove that inly mourn'd the Loss they bore, 308:396,174[A ]| With strange Assistants fill'd the frighted Shore. 308:396,175[A ]| Pour'd from the neighb'ring Strand, deform'd to View, 308:396,176[A ]| They march, a sudden unexpected Crew, 308:396,177[A ]| Strong Sutes of Armor round their Bodies close, 308:396,178[A ]| Which, like thick Anvils, blunt the force of Blows; 308:396,179[A ]| In wheeling Marches turn'd oblique they go, 308:396,180[A ]| With harpy Claws their Limbs divide below, 308:396,181[A ]| Fell Sheers the Passage to their Mouth command, 308:396,182[A ]| From out the Flesh the Bones by Nature stand, 308:396,183[A ]| Broad spread their Backs, their shining Shoulders rise, 308:396,184[A ]| Unnumber'd Joints distort their lengthen'd Thighs, 308:396,185[A ]| With nervous Cords their Hands are firmly brac'd, 308:396,186[A ]| Their round black Eye-balls in their Bosom plac'd, 308:396,187[A ]| On eight long Feet the wond'rous Warriors tread, 308:396,188[A ]| And either End alike supplies a Head. 308:396,189[A ]| These, mortal Wits to call the Crabs, agree; 308:396,190[A ]| The Gods have other Names for Things than we. 308:396,191[A ]| Now where the Jointures from their Loins depend, 308:396,192[A ]| The Heroes Tails with sev'ring Grasps they rend. 308:396,193[A ]| Here, short of Feet, depriv'd the Pow'r to fly, 308:396,194[A ]| There, without Hands upon the Field they lie. 308:396,195[A ]| Wrench'd from their Holds, and scatter'd all around, 308:396,196[A ]| The bended Lances heap the cumber'd Ground. 308:396,197[A ]| Helpless Amazement, Fear pursuing Fear, 308:396,198[A ]| And mad Confusion thro' their Host appear, 308:396,199[A ]| O'er the wild Wast with headlong Flight they go, 308:396,199[A ]| Or creep conceal'd in vaulted Holes below. 308:396,201[A ]| But down Olympus to the Western Seas, 308:396,202[A ]| Far-shooting Phoebus drove with fainter Rays, 308:396,203[A ]| And a whole War (so Jove ordain'd) begun, 308:396,204[A ]| Was fought, and ceas'd, in one revolving Sun.