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death_n	day_n	life_n	world_n	8,295	5	4.5590	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A03504	The strange, vvonderfull, and bloudy battell betweene frogs and mise the occasion of their falling out: their preparation, munition, and resolution for the warres: the seuerall combats of euery person of worth; with many other memorable accidents. Interlaced with diuers pithy and morall sentences, no lesse pleasant to be read, then profitable to be obserued. Couertly decyphering the estate of these times. Paraphrastically done into English heroycall verse by W.F. C.C.C.; Battle of the frogs and mice. English.	Fowldes, William.; Homer, attributed name.	1603 (1603)	STC 13626; ESTC S104175	24,963	64

the shore When angry Ioue beheld with rufull eye For all his care the Frogs still goe to wracke And see the Mise more desperate hereby Scorning his lightnings and harsh thunder-cracke He wept to view their slaughter and decay And now he thought to trie a surer way By other meanes the Frogs from death to shend For whom God loues he fauours to the end From forth the Cesterne of the Ocean deepe Whence riuers both their spring and tydes renue An vgly swarme of filthy monsters creepe A foule infernall and ill-fauour'd crue Which still goe backward with a squinting eye To see before their footsteps what doth lye For thus doth mother nature alwayes ayme For eche defect a remedy to frame Exceeding were their shoulders out of square So broad so great as irkes my muse to tell Their bald blue backe withouten skin or haire Was all o'rewhelmed with a costiue shell As hard as Iron or the flinty stones Their bodies wholly were compact of bones Before their vgly face two clawes beare sway With which they wont to grope feele their way On eyther side of their deformed brest Foure crooked legs their grieuous burden beare Two sterne grim lowring eyes by natures hest In middle of their belly did appeare Their griesly crownes seem'd clouen into three On two whereof like helmets you might see So vile a brood of fell misshapen Snakes Ne're could be found but in th' infernall lakes These monstrous vgly Crabs for Crabs they were Crawling along the spacious continent When Ioue beheld from out his Palace cleare Which lyes beyond the spangled firmament He sent the hel-bred band vnto the fray To kill the Mise or make them runne away The Crabs obeyd nor take they care for armes Their shels wil keep them safe frō greatest harms No sooner were they come vnto the fight Where warlike Mise their enemies assayle But all at once the Crabs vpon them light Asunder breake their legs bite off their tayle Their iauelings pluck away pinch their hands Nothing their sauage cruelty withstands So Tiger-like vpon the Mise they pray As would perforce the stoutest heart afray But when the Mise beheld these monsters rage So dire and bloudy as doth grieue me tell Their haughty courage somedeale gan asswage Their hearts from wonted resolution fell Their armes they throw away the field forsake And to their heeles for safegard them betake For if both heauen and hell conspire decay No maruell though poore Mise do runne away Thus by the succour of the Crabs that day The Mise were forced to a shamefull flight The Frogs preseru'd from imminent decay Which else had slept in death and endlesse night And now the welked Phoebus gan to rest His wearied waggon in the scarlet West When sullen night prepar'd her course to runne Seal'd vp the battell with the setting Sunne The conclusion of the Translator LOe in a vaile presented to thine eye Among more lessons worthy due regard Of trifling iarres and foolish enmity The ominous successe and iust reward See then from strife and discord thou refrayne Lest sad repentance breed thy further payne For if blacke Crabs do chance to part the fray Small is their gayne that beare the best away Et facit ad mores ars quoque nostra bonos FINIS ❧ To his Cousin Mr. Ambrose Hargroues health WHether a secret influence from aboue Or supernaturall motion of the mind May seeme good-liking and affection moue Among those men whom kinred hath combind Or whether nature Cousin vs inclin'd So highly to esteeme affinitie I cannot easly iudge nor causes find Why we so fauour consanguinitie But cert's the worke is from diuinitie And whence this inward motion doth arise Is for my purpose needlesse to decide Sithence we find it true whom bloud alies In league of friendship commonly abide And in the band of loue are nearer ty'de Nethlesse when other cause beare a sway To moue goodwill it cannot be denide But then it is more firme as is the day Brighter when Phoebus doth his beames display Yet since first kinred doth commaund as due An interchange of amity and loue Much I confesse for this I fauour you In whom the gifts of wit and learning moue Which more confirme what here I seeke to proue But that you liue old Hargreues onely sonne Whose blessed soule rests in the armes of Ioue And in the bosome of the Holy one This hath the key of my affection This hath the greatest intrest in my heart And deeper stands infixed in my brest Then eyther kinred or the gifts of arte Or what blind Nature doth esteeme as best For though I held him deare I doe protest Before his passage from this vale of woe Yet now enthron'd in euerlasting rest Much more I loue we seldome fully know True Vertues worth till Vertue we forgoe Gone is the starre whose lustre beautifide Eche twinkling light that Northren climats bred Yet though that clowdes obscure Apollo's pride With greater glory soone he shewes his head So though we thinke renowned Hargreue dead His life eclipsed by the clouds of fate No myst or darknesse can so ouerspread His liues true honour or his praise abate But still it shines abroad in fresher state What should I thinke to set his praises forth Which farre exceeds the compasse of my brayne Too lofty subiect for my simple worth Nor can I easly reach so high a strayne VVhich neuer tasted that immortall vayne Flowing with Necter downe the sacred hill VVhere those nyne virgin Muses aye remayne VVhich learned heads with heauenly fury fill And drop artes drearyment into their quill Nethlesse although so many tongues I had As Briareus had hands great Homer sayes In habit of sweet eloquence yclad To blazon to the world his vertuous dayes I should but giue an Eccho to his praise And much abbridge the volume of his story Vertue is best to crowne herselfe with Bayes And Hargreues worth to register his glorie Which still suruiues though life be transitorie In spite of enuy slaunder death and hell Hargreue reuiues from prison of the graue Aboue the banks of Fame his praises swell Since hisssing Serpents sought him to deparue When Vertue most in spurn'd she growes most braue Yet he which in his life was vnreuil'd In whom vile Malice could no vantage haue After his death by slaunder is defil'd But Vertues meed hath Infamy beguild For forth the ashes of foule Obloquie Burn'd with the firie brands of slaundrous lyes This peerelesse Phoenix crown'd with victorie Still doth renue himselfe and neuer dyes And on the wings of Honour mounts the skyes Whereas his soule rests in Iehoua's arme Scorning the checks of dunghill Scarabies And all the bitings of that viprous swarme Whose tongues are euer prest to worke his harme Cousin me thinks the mysterie is deepe That they which Shepherds doe in shew appeare Clad in the habite of a simple sheepe Whom neither pride