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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

Nymphs are said to dwel That barbarisme and ignorance expell But under vaile deepe secrets doth unfold Though but a tale by wanton Ovid told By wanton Ovid heavenly Poesie Parden the rashnesse of my infant Muse That I a client to thy mysterie Should unadvisedly by that word abuse And terme him wanton did no folly use For though his Muse was wanton as he playned Yet Ovids life was chaste and never stayned Nor sung he alwayes in a wanton lay And penned pleasing ditties of blinde fire Of deeper matters much could Ovid say As he whose soaring spirit mounted higher Than ever Poet after could aspire And save the famous Homer chiefe of all * Semper Virgilium excipio The Prince of Poets may we Ovid call But neither Homer Ovid nor the rest That ever tasted * A fountaine of the Muses Aganippes spring Though but to write of fables they addrest Which to th'unskilfull no contentment bring But with such arte and knowledge did them sing That in their volumes scarce appeares one line Which to the learned doth not seeme divine No vice of youth no villany of age No lewd behaviour of each degree But in the secret myst'ries of the sage And grave instructions of philosophy Clad in the habit of sweet Poesie Is aptly couched in some pretty fable As well the learned to discusse are able And not alone are vices set to view And horrid plagues attending wickednesse But blessed vertue with the heavenly crew Which ever wayt upon her worthinesse By them are portrayed forth with comelinesse The meanest fable Poet e're did make May stand as mirrour for example sake For proofe whereof read but this little booke With understanding knowledge care and skill And thou shalt finde presented to thy looke Such wit and learning from the Authors quill Which under fine inventions meet thee still So pleasant obiects that occurre thine * The eyes of thy minde eyes As will thy soule with wonderment surprise And not alone shall pleasure thee awayte As thou perusest what I now present Here thou shalt have fit matter for each state If thou consider what hereby is ment Then thinke thy time herein not idly spent Ponder with iudgement what thou read'st at leysure So may thy profit equalize thy pleasure 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 OR The Battell betweene Frogs and Mice YE thrice three daughters of immortal Iove Boeotian nymphs of Helicons sweet spring Bright lamps of honor shining from above Where stil ye sit secure from envies sting Guiding the sterne of learnings sacred lore Vouchsafe to guide my pen I you implore Your sweet consent conform my tender brest While I adorne my verse as likes you best Deigne from your pleasant fountains of delight And ever-running Rivers of true skill Now to infuse sweet drops into my spright And heav'nly Nectar on my plants distill That they may grow like Bay which ever springs To bud the battels of two mighty Kings And all the world may know how strife did rise Betweene renowned Frogs and gallant Mise The antique deeds which wanton Ovid told To be perform'd by Gyants long agone When mighty hils together they inrold Thinking to pull the Thundrer from his throne Compared to these battels cannot be No more then brambles to the Caedar tree Whos 's lofty top dare check the heav'ns faire eye When at midday he sits in majestie In these approved souldiers of stern Mars Manhood or Mars himselfe may seeme to dwell For with such valour they endur'd the warres That horrid death their courage could not quell Stout resolution in their foreheads stood Fighting like valiant hearts amid their blood And this alas did cause the mortall strife Whereby so many gallants lost their life The Kings owne sonne a Mouce of royall state Next heire by birth apparent to the Crowne Toyled with travell flying from the Cat Vnto a pleasant brooke to drinke came downe Where couching low his body on the bank With great delight cold water there he dranke For though that gorged stomacks lothe strong drinke Thirst makes the King cold water wine to thinke But while the gentle and debonayre Mouce Bathed his lips within the chanell cleare Quaffing most neatly many a sweet carouse Along the gliding current did appeare * This was the King of Frogs A gallant Frog whose port and mounting pace Show'd him to be chiefe ruler in that place For as quicke sparkes disclose the fire to be So doth mans gesture show his majestie From forth the river like to liquid glasse The Frog ascends upon the waters brim And seeing where the Mouce lay on the grasse With nimble joynts he leapeth towards him And bending downe his fayre and yellow brest With kinde salutes he welcomes this new guest Beseeming well a Kings high dignitie And thus he spoke with solemne majesty Since that thou art a stranger gentle Mouse From whom dost thou derive thy pedigree Declare to me thy parents and the house Which have conceived such a progenie That if thy worth deserve with greater sway Vnto my pallace thee I might convay Where I with kingly presents will thee grace As shall befit thy vertues and my place And doubt not but we can confirme our word For know it 's spoken by a mighty King The onely Monarch of this running ford Which all the Frogs to my subjection bring My promise to performe I want no store My kingdome stretcheth out from shore to shore Scarce he deserves the title of a king That wanteth meanes t' accomplish any thing By birth I am a King borne to the Crowne And hold by right my rushie chayre of state Peleus my durty Sire great in renowne Of Queene Hydromedusa me begate She at the floud of Padus did me beare Whose head and cheeks did put her in great feare And that my name and person might agree Blowne-cheekt Physignathus she cleaped mee But since that valour in thy lookes doth dwell And Mars hath his abiding in thy face I thinke thy birth doth common Mice excell And thee descended from a higher place For majestie attends upon estate It cannot masked be nor change his gate Thy Lordly lookes thy royall birth proclaime Tell me thy country kindred and thy name The Mouce arising from the rivers brim Hearing the Frog speake with such Majestie With haughtie courage resaluteth him And thus replies with great audacitie * A bold answer to a King Wherefore desirest thou to know our birth Famous to gods above and men on earth The greatest Kesar and the country swaine Of our exployts and stratagems complaine I am the Prince * Prince Eate crumme Psicharpax which in field Dare meet a thousand crummes within the face All them encounter without speare or shield And bravely eate them up in little space Borne of Troxarta that redoubted king Of whose heroick acts the world doth ring Both rich and poore my valiant father dread With so great courage he devoures their bread * King Eate bread Lick-meale

Meane while both armies mustred on the plaine And place their wings and squadrons in aray From either part a Herald doth againe Give signe for battell and the bloudy day The buzzing Flies because they were of skill To blow alowd their hornes and trumpets shrill A harsh tantarra sound unto the fight Which lends more courage to their wonted might Heaven and earth doth thunder with the cry When front to front these noble armies meet Loose waving in the winde their ensignes flie With wounds and fatall blowes each other greet The Mice assaile the Frogs the fight accept In combat close each host to other stept For now the wings had skirmish hot begun And with their battels forth like Lyons run But who was first amid this bloudy fight That gave the onset first first wanne renowne Croaking Hypsiboas first like a knight Lick-taile Lichenor bravely tumbled downe Into his paunch so strong he thrust his speare That forth his backe behinde it did appeare Groveling the Mouce fell on the sandy plaine By this audacious Frog with valour slaine Next him Troglodytes which not afraid Each secret hole and corner creepeth in Gave Pelion the Frog with durt berayd A deadly foile with his small brazen pin Within the wound the javeling sticketh sore And frō the veines forth streams the purple gore Thus to his end pale death this Frog did bring * Tendimus huc omnes Which kils the caitife with the crowned king Pot-creeping Embasichytros of late Whose valiant sonne did all the Frogs defie Now quite confounded by disastrous fate Devoid of life thy headles truncke doth lie At hardy Seutlëus his crooked feet A Frog which feeds on nothing but the beete And clam'rous Polyphon there lyes thou dead Slayne by Artophagus which eateth bread But when Limnocharis their deaths beheld Which in the marish hath his whole delight The angry Frog by love and ire compeld To sad revenge his pow'r and forces dight * Mors morte pianda est Life must be paid with life the Frog did cry Their deaths I will revenge or with them dye Thus when true love valour guide the heart A cowards hand will play a souldiers part And from the ground a milstone in great hast He raught strange wonders courage doth enact And with great violence the same he cast At proud Troglodites as one distract In middle of his necke the stone did light Whereby he sleepeth in eternall night Thus bruised with the fall this Mouce did lye Suffring the torments of deaths tyranny Yong Lichenor his sonne that first was slaine A gallant Mouce which did no colours feare Desirous though with death renowne to gaine That his exploits ensuing times might heare Fierce butcher-like Limnocharis espide Whose weapons were with bloud in scarlet dide To whom he said Fight coward or else flie Thou or Lichenor here shall surely dye And with those words ayming his heart to hit Strongly his javeling at the Frog he threw It pierc't his side his brest and bowels split His vitall spirits from his body flew Dead lay Limnocharis upon the playne The bravest souldier in the watry trayne For death impartiall doth with one selfe hand Cut off the strong weake at heavens command Crambophagus Eat-Colewort which of late Basely his armes and weapons cast away Thinking by flight to flie the stroke of fate Ran to the water from the mortall fray Whom Lichenor more swift then he pursude And in his hearts warm bloud his speare imbru'd Vpon the shore the dastard Frog was slaine Ere he could leape into the running maine Heroicall Limnesus Fennie Lord Incensed by mad rage blacke furies brand The bold Ty●oglyphus slew with the sword A great commander in the Mouces band Deepe holes and hollow caves he usde to delve Among the Cheeses lying on the shelve His head the Frog doth from his necke advance And in great triumph beares it on his lance Faint-hearted * So called of the herbe Calamint Calaminthiu in great feare Little in stature and of courage small Beholding vast Pternoglyphus appeare A Mouce exceeding great strong bourly tall And which in bacon flitches holes doth make He doth his weapons with the field forsake And craven-like fled to the durty bogs Even as the fearefull Hare pursude with dogs But bold Hydrocharis that loves the flood Famous for deeds of armes would never flie The furious Mouce this peerelesse Frog withstood Nor would he shun a foot though he should die Lately Pternophagon this gallant killed Which oft with Bacon hath his belly filled Now with a stone Pternoglyphus he slew Whose cloddred brains the crimson field imbrew Lichopinax which first told to the king The balefull newes of his sonnes tragedy At Borborocaetes did his darts still fling A valiant Frog though in the durt he lye Prostrate he fell upon the sandy ground The Mouces dart had made a mortall wound Whereat pale death sent forth his fainting sprite To sleepe in darkenesse and eternall night When this the Frog Prassophagus beheld Eat-Leeke Prassophagus swift as the Hynde He ranne with mighty stowre along the field And taking Cuissodioctes neat behind From off his feet the little Mouce he flung Into the streaming current all along Nor there he left him till with raging mood He had his foe estrangled in the flood Eat-crumme Psicharpax which was neere allide Vnto the kings yong sonne that erst was drown'd In succour of his friends the Frogs defide And to the battell made him ready bound Durty Pelusus in the panch he thrust Faintly the Frog sunke downe into the dust Whose fluttring spirit did her passage make Downe to * It is taken for the entry into hell Avernus that unpleasant lake Pelobates which loves to tread the myre Saw when his friend and fellow souldier fell And adding fuell to the smoking fire His furie into burning flames gan swell For filling both his hands with durt apace He cast it fiercely in Psicharpax face Which much besmeard his visage with disguise And almost blinded and put out his eyes But he the strong Psicharpax mov'd with spleene And justly angry at this beastly wrong Tooke up a mighty stone which there had beene A bound or landmarke tweene two neigbours long And hurling it with vigour and great power He burst his knee asunder in that stower The right leg fell dismembred from his thigh And not once moving on the ground doth lye Ne there he thought to leave him in sad plight But with a javelin would have rest his life Had not Craugasides that croaking wight Whose chiefest pleasure is in brawling strife Kept off the blow and with a sudden push Thrust through the Mouce his belly with a rush Vpon the ground his bowels gushed forth Thus di'de this martial hart Mouce of worth Which when Eat-corne Sitophagus espide That erst was maymed of two legs in fight Washing his wounds along the water side And sore amazed at this rufull sight He dared not adventure forth againe Into