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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

and earth doth thunder with the cry When front to front these noble armies meete Loose wauing in the wind their ensignes flie With wounds and fatall blowes eche other greete The Mise 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 bloody fight That gaue the onset first first wanne renowne Croaking Hypsiboas first like a knight Lick-taile Lichenor brauely tumbled downe Into his paunch so strong he thrust his speare That forth his backe behind it did appeare Groueling the Mouse 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 Gaue Pelion the Frog with aurt berayd A deadly foile with his small brazen pin Within the wound the iaueling sticketh sore And frō the veines forth streams the purple gore Thus to his end pale death this Frog did bring 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 Deuoid of life thy headles truncke doth lie At hardy Seutl●ns 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 loue and ire compeld To sad reuenge his pow'r and forces dight Life must be payd with life the Frog did cry Their deaths I will reuenge or with them dye Thus when true loue 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 brused with the fall this Mouse did lye Suffring the torments of deaths tyranny Yong Lichenor his sonne that first was slaine A gallant Mouse 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 die And with those words ayming his heart to hit Strongly his iaueling at the Frog he threw It pearst his side his brest and bowels split His vitall spirits from his body flew Dead lay Limnocharis vpon the playne The brauest souldier in the warrie trayne For death impartiall doth with one selfe hand Cut off the strong weak at heauens cōmand 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 harts 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 Tyroglyphus slew with the sword A great commander in the Mouses band Deepe holes and hollow caues he vsde to delue Among the Cheeses lying on the shelue His head the Frog doth from his necke aduance And in great triumph beares it on his lance Faint-hearted Calaminthius in great feare Little in stature and of courage small Beholding vast Pternoglyphus appeare A Mouse exceeding great strong bourly tall And which in bacon flitches holes doth make He doth his weapons with the field forsake And crauen-like fled to the durty bogs Euen as the feareful Hare pursude with dogs But bold Hydrocharis that loues the floud Famous for deeds of armes would neuer flie The furious Mouse 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 braines the crymson 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 vpon the sandy ground The Mouses dart had made a mortall wound Wherat pale death sent forth his fainting spright To sleepe in darknes 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 Gnissodioctes neat behind From off his feet the little Mouse he flong 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 earst was down'd In succour of his friends the Frogs defide And to the battell made him ready bound Durtie Pelusus in the paunch he thrust Faintly the Frog sunke downe into the dust Whose fluttring spirit did her passage make Downe to Auernus that vnpleasant lake Pelobates which loues to treade 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 durtapace 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 mou'd with spleene And iustly angrie at this beastly wrong Tooke vp a mighty stone which there had beene A bound or landmark tweene two neighbors long And hurling it with vigour and great power He burst his knee asunder in that stower The right leg fell dismembred from his thie And not once mouing on the ground doth lie Ne there he thought to leaue him in sad plight But with a iaueling would haue reft 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 Mouse his belly with a rush Vpon the ground his bowels gushed forth Thus di'de this martial hart Mouse 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 aduenture forth agayne Into the field for feare he should be slayne But leapt into the strong entrenched fort Where he receiued was in ioyfull sort Nethlesse the warlike troopes of eyther band Persisted still with courage in the field Great store lye slayne vpon 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 paynes The hosts both clad in blood in dust and myre Had

hath his abiding in thy face I thinke thy birth doth common Mise excell And thee descended from a higher place For maiestie attends vpon estate It cannot masked be nor change his gate Thy Lordly lookes thy royall birth proclaime Tell me thy countrey kindred and thy name The Mouse arising from the riuers brim Hearing the Frog speake with such Maiestie With haughtie courage resaluteth him And thus replies with great audacitie * Wherefore desirest thou to know our birth Famous to gods aboue and men on earth The greatest Kesar and the countrey swayne Of our exployts and stratagems complayne I am the Prince Psicharpax which in field Dare meet a thousand crummes within the face All them encounter without speare or shield And brauely eate them vp 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 deuoures their bread Lick-meale Lichomile a royall Mouse My faire Queene-mother me conceiu'd hereby Vnder a pile of wood behind a house For at that present there the Court did lye Where like the child of Ioue within her lap I suckt sweet Nectar from her downe-soft pap Neatly she fed me in my yonger yeares With milk chees-curds nuts apples figs peares In vayne you wish our honour should descend Because our birth is of no small regard To taste the pleasures that your Palace lend With store of iuncats and delights prepar'd For they whose liues and natures disagree Do hardly brooke to ioyne in companie Like will to like those birds consort together Whose wings are like in colour and of feather You simple Frogs liue in the running mayne In brookes in ditches and the watrie Fen. Vpon the drie land we braue Mise remayne Where we enioy the company of men We feed vpon their dainties at our ease Eate vp their bread and victuals when we please We passe not for their locks nor strength of place Both locks and strength doth policie deface Yet though when hunger moues an appetite We sometimes skirmish with the Kitchins store And here and there a little morsell bite And where we find it fatter eate the more For I haue heard my father say of old Which as a Maxime we Mise doe hold Fatter the better sure 't is worth repeating A fat sweet modicum deserues the eating And though sometimes too seldome I confesse We light vpon a Capon by the way Or fortune with a Rabbit doth vs blesse Which is a dainty morsell at this day Or other pretie iuncate which we find And eate some part according to our kind Yet are we not so greedie as some say Which blame braue Mise yet take the meat away For oft the greedie all-deuouring Cat Which would be thought a safegard to the meat Doth vnder colour of her inward hate That aye betweene vs two is wondrous great Forrage the cupbords kitchin and the house Pretending hatred to the harmelesse Mouse But cert's let all beware of this deuice One greedy Cat is worse then many Mise Oft when a Pigeon or some dainty bit Chiefly for master or the mistris drest If any parcell be reseru'd of it To close their stomack at another feast No sooner comes the morsell from the hall But seruants take a part or eate it all And when enquiry for this thing is made Still on the guiltlesse Mouse the fault is layd Surely I graunt it grieues me to the heart To beare these slaunders and incessant wrong VVhich still they lay vnto the Mouses part By their false lying and deceitfull toung But in my sprite I scorne the vayne surmises Which eu'ry cogging mate by craft deuises Yet smile to see the mistris of the house Vpon her seruants shoulders beat the Mouse Nethlesse they cannot say but we will take A dire reuenge vpon them for the lie And since no conscience in a lie they make Their lie shall proue a truth or we will die For not a hole or corner shall be free Where any scraps or broken meat we see But whatsoe're we find without delay Wee le quickly eate it vp or beare away And yet thinke not Sir Frog we gallants liue Vpon the refuse scraps or broken meat Or feed on fragments which foule trenchers giue When greazy scullions make them cleane and neat Farre be it from a lordly Mouses tooth To taste the trash that eu'ry Pesant doth Well knowes a discreet Mouse to chuse the best Though he for anger often eate the rest Nor are we so faynt-hearted if we chaunce To meet a pye or pastie by the way Which like a Castle doth her selfe aduaunce Scorning the battrie of our braue array But streight couragiously her wals we scale Or vndermine them for to make her quaile If valour will not bring our wish to passe Our teeth shall pearce her crust as hard as brasse Sweet cakes fat puddings curdes creame are our meate With bacon-flitches hanging in the house Delicious hony-sops which gods do eate Are victuals onely for the gallant Mouse No pleasant iuncates no tooth-tempting fare Which huswiues locke vp with no slender care Yea no delights the kitchen doth contayne But in the danger of our teeth remayne Pale feare of death could neuer make me flye Nor safegard of my life to leaue the fight True valour will with honour rather dye Then like a coward liue and take his flight But like a Souldier stout and Captayne bold Still in the formost ranke my place I hold Where I enact such wonders with my blade That troupes I send to death and dusky shade The might of bourly man I do not dread Though other creatures liue within his feare Oft dare I bite his hand and scratch his head When he the silent night in sleepe doth weare I scorne his gins and his alluring bayt Set to intrap vs closely by deceyt Yet if therein the basest Mouse do fall In our reuenge his meate shall pay for all Onely the Owle I dread and eye-bright Cat Two cursed murdrers in the dismall night Whose monstrous iawes spare neither Mouse nor Rat But quicke deuoure vs without law or right Yet chiefly of the Cat I stand in feare Whose puling voyce I neuer loue to heare A hel-bred Harpie ranging round about Watching our comming in and going out I tell thee Frog I lothe to liue on weedes Rootes coleworts garlick or the foolish beet Or stinking mushroms growing with the reedes Such vulgar diet for base Frogs is meet Meat fit for Frogs which haunt the watry Fen Not for the gallant Mouse that feeds with men And heere abruptly ending in disdayne Thus smilingly the Frog replyde againe Stoutly thou brag'st vpon thy costly cheare Thy dainty dishes and thy kingly fare Much honour to thy belly thou doest beare Vaunting what pleasures fall vnto thy share And what a warlike heart in thee doth dwell Which pale-fac'd feare of death could

neuer quel But reason shewes by dayly practise found That empty vessels yeeld the greatest sound And yet seeme not to scorne our rushy chayre Because your belly-pleasures doe abound With our delights no solace may compare That can among poore starued Mise be found Vpon the land we daunce and sport our fill In water bathe our lymmes so Ioue doth will Our cates are consonant vnto our state Not mixt with poyson or deceitfull bayt And if the knowledge of the truth did moue Or breed in thee a liking and delight Like to the radiant sonne of mightie Ioue When riding in his Carre he giues vs light I to my palace will thee safely bring Sitting vpon the shoulders of a king Leape on my neck feare not the running mayne I beare thee hence I bring thee backe againe He had no sooner sayd but bending downe His back though rare it is to see Kings bow The lieger Mouse lighter then thistle downe And swift as wind which from the East doth blow Vpon his shoulders nimbly leaps in hast And vawlting to his neck doth there hold fast Proud of his stately Porter as he might For whome Kings beare they may be proud by right Boldly the Frog doth launch out from the brim Into the current of the water cleare The Mouse reioycing for to see him swim Vpon his backe like * Neptune doth appeare When mounted on a Dolphin in his pride Vpon the tossing billowes he doth ride Or like the Sunne clad in his morning weeds Drawne in his fiery waggon by his Steeds With so great port and princely maiesty The little Mouse vpon the Frog did stand Proudly triumphing while the shore was nye And that he could at pleasure skip to land Such great delights in water he did see Welneere he could desire a Frog to be But as no state can stable stand for aye So euery pleasure hath his ending day For when he saw the surging billowes rise And on the sudden fall as low as hell Such store of teares did trickle from his eyes That their abundance made the water swell And now the waues be dash him more and more Tossing his corpes amid their watry store With grief he wrings his hands teares his skin Such wofull plight pale feare had put him in Now doth he wish though wishes take no place That on firme land he were arriu'd againe He curseth Neptune and his trident Mace The troubled waters and the running maine Now but too late alas doth he repent His foolish rashnesse cause of this euent But after-wit is like a showre of rayne That falles vntimely on the ripened grayne His feet vnto his belly doth he shrinke And on the Frog his back doth closely sit Vsing his nimble tayle when he did sinke In stead of oare Pale feare did learne him wit The flowing billowes mount aboue his head Speachlesse for sorrow and for griefe halfe dead Yet death is not so bitter as cold feare Which makes things greater then they are appeare Sorrow tryumpheth in the Mouse his brest Despayre doth sit as Marshall in his mind Danger and death on eu'ry side are prest Still to receyue him at eche puffe of wind But danger can the heart of pride ne're breake When feare hath staid the toung yet pride will speake And though the waters wash the outward skin They cannot wash presumption within For thus he sighing sayd The gentle Bull Which Ouid doth applaud for knauery Did not conuay to Creete his prety trull Vpon his necke with so great brauery As King of Frogs doth beare the gallant Mouse To see the pompe and pleasure of his house Plunging his lymmes amid the water cleare Such confidence to swimming he doth beare He this no sooner sayd but sudden feare Did stop the passage of his further prate For loe a water Serpent did appeare A hellish torment to the Frogs estate Which cutting through the running streame that way Winding himselfe to find some floting pray The Frog espide What cannot feare descry Which ioyn'd with care preuents sad destiny For hee no sooner did the Snake behold Gaping like Cerberus three-headed dog Ruffling his scaly neck which shone like gold But into water diues the wily Frog Leauing the Mouse his friend in sad lament Set forth to danger death and dire euent For he which makes a friend of euery stranger Discards him not againe without some danger The silly Mouse distressed and forlorne Left to the mercy of the running mayne Vnto the bottome head-long downe is borne Where he poore soule in secret doth complayne Plunging with hands aloft now doth he fleet Then sinking downe againe he strikes with feet But when grim destiny doth once assayle No might no shift no force can then preuayle When therefore to approch he knew his death And that his wet haires furthered his woe Fate still attendant for to stop his breath And death at hand to worke his ouerthrow Weeping for sorrow voyd of all reliefe Thus with himselfe he sigh'd to ease his griefe For teares and sighes sad orators of smart Though they release not yet they ease the heart Perfidious Frog procurer of my wrack Accursed Traytor to my fathers Crowne Thinke not though vèngeance for a time be slack That thundring Ioue to whō all things are knowne Will be forgetfull of thy trechery Through whose deceit I dye in misery Which from thy back as off a rock I stood Hast thrown me periur'd wretch amid the flood Well thou perceiu'dst my valour and my might My worth my courage and agilitie Which like a dastard and faint-hearted wight At vnawares hast wrought my tragedie By craft I dye in water though on land Thou durst not once attempt it with thy hand But God whose dwelling is the starres among He knowes thy craft will reuenge my wrong The Mise braue Mise sterne soldiers of stout Mars In troupes shall march against thy damned crue And shall pursue thee with such bloudie wars That Frogs vnborne yet shall haue cause to rue Such balefull stratagems that day shall be As neuer cursed traytrous Frog did see For ne're shall murder vnreuenged boast And with those words he yeelded vp the ghost Lichopinax Lick-trencher of great blood Sitting vpon the grassie waters side Saw when the Mouse was drowned in the flood For murder by some chaunce will be espide And greatly weeping for the Princes fall Amayne he posteth to the Kings neate hall Where to his Grace sitting with Lords of state He tels with griefe his sonnes vnhappie fate When as his Maiestie this newes did heare Sadly he tooke the Princes ouerthrow Downe from his throne he fell with heauy cheare And swooned in the place for griefe and woe His Nobles take him vp without delay And on a royall pallet doe him lay Where he for sorrow sick was like to dye For childrens hurt neere fathers heart doth lye But all the Lords though they were male-content Grieu'd

for his death which was their Kings sole care Yet like fell Lions vnto anger bent A black reuenge within their minds they sware With comfortable words they cheare their King Which somewhat did abate his sorrowing Hope of reuenge did so his stomacke pricke Now he is strong againe which erst was sicke His messengers dispatched are apace To all the hungrie corners in his land Commaunding all his subiects in short space At Court before his Maiestie to stand To learne his pleasure for his wofull sonne Whō the proud King of Frogs to death had don Whose corps lie buried in the rolling waue Wanting a royall Hearse as Princes haue The time no sooner came when eu'ry Mouse Of any office calling or degree In his owne person at the kings great House Before his Maiestie should present be But all the Lords knights squires gentle Mise Resort to Court before the sunne did rise The basest Mouse that had a tayle behinde Posted apace to know his Graces minde Within the Court assembled were the States And each one seated in his due degree The Commons stayed at the Palace gates Yet where they might the King both heare and see Then presently his Maiestie came downe Clad like a mourner in a murry gowne And from his throne though grief had made him weake Yet angry for his sonne thus did he speake Stout Peeres braue Nobles and my Captaines tall And you kinde subiects to your louing King Though to my part these mischiefes onely fall Which from my drearie eyes sad teares do bring Yet to you all this dammage doth belong For Kings mishap to subiects is a wrong I like a father you like friends complaine Since cursed Frogs my sonne your Prince haue slaine Great are the cares attend vpon a throne And most misfortunes sit in Caesars lap Then who so wretched as poore I alone Predestinate to nothing but mishap Once happie in three children borne to me As pretty Mise as euer man did see But Fortune glad to tryumph in my woe Hath brought my sorrow with their ouerthrow For first the eldest scarce was two months old When playing like a wanton vp and downe A griefly Cat the yong Mouse did behold And quickly caught him by the tender crowne Betweene whose cruell iawes my sonne did die Without remorse deuoured traytrously A Stygian Butcher knowne vnto you all Whose teeth asunder teare both great and small My sonne next him a litle noble Mouse Too ventrous far to liue O griefe to tell Hunting for food within a Farmers house Into an engyne made of wood he fell Inuented by mans arte and policie To crush and murther all our Progenie There louing Subiects dy'de my second child With rigour massacred with craft beguild And now my third my last beloued sonne But best beloued sonne of all the three With whom my ioyes do end my life is done Most deare to his Queene-mother and to me In whom decayes the issue of my blood Ay me lies buried in the raging flood Betrayd and drowned by the Frogs fell King To whom my sword sad elegies shall sing Then quickly arme your selues to armes he cries Fight for your King and Countrey without feare Pursue the Frogs your cursed enemies And gard your selues with helmet shield and speare With courage shew your valour and your might The day is ours for Iove still aydes the right Braue Lords kind subiects fight couragiously God and Saint Gertrude graunt vs victory The King in anger here did make an end And presently dismissed all the crue Which all their studie and endeuours bend That black reuenge and battell might ensue The Kings sad wordes did stirre them vp so farre That nought they talke of now but bloudie war And euery Mouse from greatest to the least Prepares such weapons as will 〈◊〉 them best And first for legs these neuer daunted Mise Warlike habiliments in haste prouide Garded with huskes of pease O rare deuice As though with boots or start-vps they would ride Whose policie if this our age would trie So many maymed soldiers should not die For they which lose their legges doe lack their might Nor can they fly nor stoutly stand to fight Next with a corslet they defend the heart Not made of steele but of an old straw-hat With which before they did award that part Against the forces of the greedy Cat A piece of leather on their backe they don Which serues in stead of an habergion The bottome of a candlestick doth stand For target or a buckler in their hand Small brazen pinnes they brandish like a speare And tosse their needles like strong pikes about A walnut shell for helmet they doe beare After that they had eate the kernell out And thus they march to fight that bloudy fray Vaunting in armour and their proud array For weapons vnto force fresh courage bring A Mouse in armes doth thinke himselfe a king But when the trumpe of iron-winged Fame Had sounded to the Frogs this bad report Out of the water in great troopes they came And on the shore together do resort There to determine what the cause should be Of these strange warres and sudden mutinie Their dread encreaseth by each brute they heare For feare of vnknown things breeds greater feare Whiles thus they stand perplexed and afraid A Herald bold of Armes they might descry Eat-cheese Tyroglyphus which not dismaid Dare stoutly to their face the Frogs defie Whom noble Embasichytros begot That slily creepeth into eu'ry pot He bearing in his hand a regall mace Thus to the Frogs did speake in great disgrace To you disloyall Frogs that hunt for blood And to your King that wrought our Princes fall Drowning his body in the raging flood Whose death to heauen doth for vengeance call To you I come sad messenger of woe From angry Mise which wish your ouerthrow And here in all their names and from our King A flat defiance to base Frogs I bring Warres hostile warres accursed traytrous Frogs Heere I denounce and spit within your face Damned deceitfull wretches from your bogs We will abolish your detested race Then arme your selues for vengeance we wil take Vpon all Frogs for our braue princes sake If courage in your crauen hearts doth dwell Meet vs in open field and so farewell When he had said these words as in disdayne Scorning an answere from the Frogs to beare Forthwith he posted to the Mise againe Whose message put the Frogs in mighty feare Yet feare breeds wrath wrath kindles courage more That now windes rage which erst were calme before The King then rising frō his chaire of state Grauely their valours thus did animate Lords Nobles gallant Frogs and all the Trayne Which heere attend to know our royall will Subiects nay more then Subiects in our raigne For we are fellowes and compartners still Vexe not your mindes all clouds do beare no raine Nor in proud brags true valour doth