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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

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