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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A72345	Batrachomyomachia: or: The wonderfull and bloudy battell betweene frogs and mice The occasion of their falling out: their preparation, munition, and resolution for the warres: the severall combats of every person of worth, with many other memorable accidents. Interlaced with divers pithy and morall sentences, no lesse pleasant to be read, then profitable to be observed. Paraphrastically done into English heroycall verse, by William Fowldes, late one of the cursitors of his Majesties high Court of Chancery.; Battle of the frogs and mice. English.	Fowldes, William.; Homer, attributed name.	1634 (1634)	STC 13627; ESTC S122590	23,510	67

the field for feare he should be slaine But leapt into the strong entrenched fort Where he received was in joyfull sort N●thlesse the warlike troopes of eyther band Persisted still with courage in the field Great store lye slaine upon the drenched sand Yet not for thy a souldier seemes to yeeld Now fury roares ire threats woe complains One weepes another cryes he sighes for paines The hosts both clad in bloud in dust and myre Had chang'd their cheare their pride their rich attire Thus whiles the conquest was to neither bent But poizd in ballance betweene hope and feare Those two which hold the supreme government O're both the armies which in battell were * The conflict of the two kings The Kings of Frogs and Mice together meete Where they with mortal blows each other greet But cowards often faintly step aside When manhood is by resolution tride For scarce they had encountred in the fight And lent some equall strokes on either side When king of Mice thinking his foe to smite Vpon the head his sword to ground did glide But yet his foot it wounded when it fell Which blow did much his haughty courage quell For he which erst was author of this strife Now seekes the bogs for safegard of his life The valourous incensed king of Mice Seeing the Frogs proud king so basely flye Which was of late so resolute and wise To vaunt of trophies ere he blowes did try Calling his souldiers on with cheerefull hue His fainting weary foe he doth pursue Stil hoping since his wound had made him slow To overtake him with a fatall blow And but that never-daunted Captaine brought Captaine Prassaeus Greene as garden-Leeke A troope of gallants which would flie for ought To aide the king his life had beene to seeke Which pressing through the middle of the fray Rescude their wounded king which fled away And with their darts beat backe the Mice a space Till forth of danger they had rid his grace Greatly the Mice were danted with their blowes So thicke they fell and forcibly were sent That they were forc'd from danger of the throwes Backe to retire and some what to relent Vntill their rage and furie were o'repast Through want of breath then they againe as fast The Frogs assaile and mightily amate As forward erst now backward to retraite Among the squadrons of the Mouces band One Mouce there was more gallant then the rest A braver souldier was not in the land Nor stouter Captaine ever wars profest For though sterne Mars his manhood list to try Mars could not force this daring Mouce to flie But when in armes this warriour is yclad He rather is of Mars to be ydrad This was the sonne of Artepibulus Which doth for bread in wait and ambush lye Of loftie heart and magnanimious A worthy sire to such a progenie Whom mighty Meridarpax he did call That eats the crummes which under table fall Was never Mouce which under heav'n doth live That durst adventure with him for to strive Like to a Gyant stood this champion bold Vpon the shore neere to the rivers side Vaunting his might and prowesse as he would Have pull'd the throne of Jove downe in his pride And holding up his bourly armes to heaven Swore by the Sun the Moone and Planets seven That e're bright Phoebus lighted from his wayne One craven Frog should not alive remaine For by this hand quoth he by this right hand Searce would a man beleeve it though he sweare Though not a Mouce will venture them withstand But flie the field for cowardise and feare Yet I behold I will so thresh these Frogs That with their corses I will fill the bogs Or they or I by Iove this vow I make This night will lodge beyond the * A river in hell over which soules doe passe to all places Stygian lake And cert's these words had not beene spoke in vaine He had perform'd his vow though shame to tell If that the Father of the heav'nly traine The king of men and Lord of deepest hell Great Iove had not beheld from starry skyes His dire complots and bloudy enterprise And taking pittie of the Frogs estate To Mars and all the rest thus gan relate Ye Gods which here behold this dismall day And see the slaughters of the cruell fight What braggard Mouce is this that beares such sway Neere to the river vaunting of his might How bold he lookes how proud he bears his head As though the Frogs lay all before him dead Deepely protesting on the parched sand Not one poor Frog shall scape his murdring hand Divine inhabitants of heav'n behold Behold I say alas the wretched case And great mishap which doth poore Frogs enfold Now prest to suffer ruine and disgrace Vnlesse you deigne to save them at this houre And send in ayde some number of your power To quell the daring courage of the Mice And stop proud Meridarpax enterprise If that displease then let us Pallas send T' asswage the furie of this cruell fone Or thou sterne Mars haste thither for to wend Yclad in armes of Adamantine stone That this fell * Meridarpax Tyger greedy of his prey E're he annoy the Frogs may runne away Here Iove did end But Mars of visage grim Arising from his seat replide to him Beloved Father Lord of heav'n and hell To your behest all powr's subjected stand Which doe in heav'n or lower regions dwell None may or dare deny when you command Then think sweet Father Mars accounteth still Jove Your word for right as law your only wil Kings men command on earth why should not The King of Kings command the gods above Speake but the word great Mars is alwayes prest At Ioves appoynt in armes to enter field And for stout Pallas at your least request I know my sister willingly will yeeld But neither I. though I be god of warres Nor Pallas whose renown doth reach the starres Now are of force the falling Frogs to stay Or them preserve from imminent decay No rather send the gods send all the power That highest heavenly Hierarchies can make Or on their heads lightning with thunder shower That all their armie may with terrour quake With which thou slyw'st the Giants long agone * A great Giant which Iupiter slew with lightning Enceladus and proud * Phaceon he was slayne with thunder Apolloes sonne Thus ended f●owning Mars To whose behest Great Iove gave full consent with all the rest And presently ascending up the tower Where sulphrous brands with stony darts of fire And all the weapons of his might and power Are kept to plague proud rebels in his ire First there he caus'd great gastly flames arise And thunder-claps that seem'd to rend the skies And still among this hideous roaring sound He darted burning bolts the Mice to wound Pale feare assayled both the Frogs and Mice When first on sudden they the thunder heard So great a terrour in their mindes did rise

our raigne For we are fellowes and compartners still Vexe not your mindes all clouds doe beare no raine Nor in proud brags true valour doth remaine These are but words fit bugs to scare the crowes And cowards brags do seldome end with blows But if their meaning with their words agree Then doe they seeke to undermine our Crowne A forged quarrell they impose on me That I a proud audacious Mouce should drowne And under this false colour they devise To cloke the treasons of their enterprise Each foole can finde a staffe to beate a dog He must have both his eyes that blindes a Frog Heaven and earth to witnesse I doe call And all the golden Planets of the skie That I attempted not the Mouces fall Nor once remember I did see him die But this I thinke that playing on the brim Seeing the gallant Frogs so bravely swim He thought to doe the like and leaped in Where he was justly plagued for his sinne And now these lurking creatures hungry Mice Which scarce dare shew their faces in the light A crue of greedy vermine which devise Nothing but stealth and rapine in the night These doe unjustly charge me with his death Because within our reigne he lost his breath But I will teach these proud audacious fooles Not jest with kings nor meddle with edge-tooles Then friends kind friends fellowes to your king Plucke up your spirits banish slavish feares For in this warre whence terrour seemes to spring Me thinkes great joy and comfort still appeares Since gallant Frogs whom nothing terrifies Fight with a starved troope of hungry Mice Courage brave mates take weapons and to fight Fortune defends true valour in his right But since men may in warre sometimes prevayle As much by policy as power or might And that where strength and prowesse often fayle Wit doth at length give succour to the right * A rare policy of the Frogs I wish you arme your selves with speare shield And march along the shore unto the field Where on a hill which over-lookes the flood We will incampe our selves as in a wood When to this place these craven Mice convay Their fearefull souldiers like a flocke of sheepe And to besiege our fortresse shall assay Where we upon the hill our forces keepe If any boasting Mouce upon the banke Dare but ascend one foot before his ranke Him we will all assayle infurious mood And cast his body headlong in the flood By this rare stratagem and brave devise We shall their malice and great pride abate Thus shall we conquer corner-creeping Mice Which would annoy our peace and quiet state * Addidit invalida robur faecundia causae And thus with trophies and triumphing play We will like victors crowne our heads with bay Then arme your selves brave mates with speare shield God and great Neptune grant us winne the field Here did he end and scarce he made an end But all the Frogs from greatest to the least For these ensuing warres their studies bend To get such weapons as befit them best * The armour and weapons of the Frogs First to their thighes green Malow they do wrap Which hang down like a bag or butchers flap Beets like a cloke upon their backe they don Which serves for brest-plate and habergion A Cockles shell for sallet they prepare T'award their heads from blowes amid the field In their left hands these water-souldiers bare A leafe of Colewort for a trusty shield And in their right for all parts armed were They tosse a bulrush for a pike or speare Along the shore they march in this aray Mad with fell rage yet glad to see this day Thus whil'st both armies did prepare to fight * A counsell assembled in heaven Almighty Iove eternall without end Invites the gods into his palace bright Whence ratling thunder bright flames descend And pointing with his finger downe below To them these puissant warriours doth he show Stout as the Contaures or the Gyants great Which once assai'd to pull Jove from his seat * Aspiciunt oculis superi mortalia iustis Whom when the gods together did behold Marching like Pigmie-Braggarts in aray And sternly shake their speares like champions bold As though no terrour could their hearts dismay They made the court of heavn with laughter ring Such pleasure and delight the sight did bring Then smiling Iove deep silence kept a space Lift up his voyce and spoke with royall grace If Frogs and Mice quoth he their patrons have Chast daughter Pallas my * Goddesse of warre Bellona deere Tell us which side thou wilt protect and save Shall not the gallant Mice be victors here Great store of them within thy temples dwell Allured thither by the tempting smell Which still amounteth from thy sacrifice Pallas againe did answer in this wise Great Lord of heav'n and earth beloved Sire If you command your daughter must obay My will subjected is to your desire For children cannot fathers hests deny Yet force me not kinde father once to shield These hunger-starved pyrats in the field False lurking creatures greedy theevish Mice Whose teeth pollute my sweet fat sacrifice Great are the wrongs and mischiefes I abide By these detested vermine day and night Much they impaire my worship and my pride And shall I then defend them in this right The hallow'd oyle which sacred fire doth stay Within my lamps they steale and licke away My * Crownes of victory crowns they gnaw but these are losses small This is the hurt molests me most of all My brave ensigne embrodered all with gold Never brave ensigne was so rich of price Wherein my acts and triumphs were enrold Is eaten torne and spoyled by these Mice This is my hurt surpassing all the rest For this cause chiefly I these Mice detest And shall I father seeme to patronize My foes my wrongers and sworne enemies Ne're these accursed beasts will I defend Command ought else great Iove but pardon this Nor durty Frogs Bellona will befriend Whose joy and pleasure in foule puddles is For as I loath the Mice for sundry wrongs So I detest base Frogs for croking songs Whose harsh unpleasant voyces in the night Breed nought but terror to each mortall wight When I returne oft sweating from the warres And after fainting travell thinke to sleepe With their seditious brawles and croking jarres Which in the filthy marishes they keepe Awake I lye till mornings trumpeter Gives warning for the day-starre to appeare And cheerfull Cock chants forth his wonted lay To shew the dawning of the joyfull day Though we are gods yet let us all beware To succour in our person either part For if these meete the gods they will not spare To strike them with their javelins to the heart But let us rather joy to see this fray Where we behold their ruine and decay Thus Pallas said To whom incontinent The heavenly Senate gave a full consent * The battell