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head_n	hand_n	left_a	pike_n	2,444	5	14.0659	5	false

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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

remaine These are but words fit bugs to scarre the crowes And cowards brags do seldom end with blowes But if their meaning with their words agree Then doe they seeke to vndermine our Crowne A forged quarrell they impose on me That I a proud audacious Mouse should drowne And vnder this false colour they deuise To cloke the treasons of their enterprise Eche foole can find a staffe to beate a dog He must haue both his eyes that blinds a Frog Heauen and earth to witnesse I doe call And all the golden Planets of the skie That I attempted not the Mouses fall Nor once remember I did see him die But this I thinke that playing on the brim Seeing the gallant Frogs so brauely swim He thought to doe the like and leaped in Where he was iustly plagued for his sinne And now these lurking creatures hungry Mise Which scarce dare shew their faces in the light A crue of greedy vermine which deuise Nothing but stealth and rapine in the night These doe vniustly charge me with his death Because within our reigne he lost his breath But I will teach these proud audacious fooles Not iest with kings nor meddle with edge-tooles Then friends kind friends fellowes to your king Plucke vp your spirits banish lauish feares For in this warre whence terrour seemes to spring Me thinkes great ioy and comfort still appeares Since gallant Frogs whome nothing terrifies Fight with a starued troupe of hungry Mise Courage braue mates take weapons and to fight Fortune defends true valour in his right But since men may in warre sometimes preuayle As much by policy as power or might And that where strength and prowesse often fayle Wit doth at length giue succour to the right I wish you arme your selues with speare shield And march along the shore vnto the field VVhere on a hill which ouer-lookes the flood VVe will incampe our selues as in a wood VVhen to this place these crauen Mise conuay Their fearefull souldiers like a flocke of sheepe And to besiedge our fortresse shall assay VVhere we vpon the hill our forces keepe If any boasting Mouse vpon the banke Dare but ascend one foote before his ranke Him we will all assayle in furious mood And cast his body headlong in the flood By this rare stratagem and braue deuise We shall their malice and great pride abate Thus shall we conquer corner-creeping Mise Which would annoy our peace and quiet state And thus with trophies and triumphing play We will like victors crowne our heads with bay Thē arme your selues braue mates with speare shield God and great Neptune grant vs 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 First to their thighs greene Malows they do wrap Which hang downe like a bag or butchers flap Beetes like a cloke vpon their backe they don Which serues 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 Almighty Ioue eternall without end Inuites 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 Centaures or the Gyants great Which once assai'd to pull Ioue from his seat Whom when the gods together did behold Marching like Pigmie-Braggarts in aray And sternly shake their speares like champions bold As though no terror could their hearts dismay They made the court of heau'n with laughter ring Such pleasure and delight the sight did bring Then smiling Ioue deep silence kept a space Lift vp his voice and spoke with royall grace If Frogs and Mise quoth he their patrons haue Chast daughter Pallas my Bellona deere Tell vs which side thou wilt protect and saue Shall not the gallant Mise be victors heere Great store of them within thy temples dwell Allured thither by the tempting smell Which still amounteth from thy sacrifice Pallas againe did answere in this wise Great Lord of heau'n and earth beloued Sire If you commaund your daughter must obay My will subiected is to your desire For children cannot fathers hests denay Yet force me not kind father once to shield These hunger-starued pyrats in the field False lurking creatures greedy theeuish Mise Whose teeth pollute my sweete fat sacrifice Great are the wrongs and mischiefes I abide By these detested vermine day and night Much they impayre 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 crowns they gnaw but these are losses small This is the hurt molests me most of all My braue ensigne embrodered all with gold Neuer braue 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 Mise detest And shall I father seeme to patronise My foes my wrongers and sworne enemies Ne're these accursed beasts will I defend Command ought else great Ioue but pardon this Nor durtie Frogs Bellona will befrend Whose ioy and pleasure in fowle puddles is For as I loath the Mise for sundry wrongs So I detest base Frogs for croking songs Whose harsh vnpleasant voices in the night Breed nought but terror to each mortall wight When I returne oft sweating from the warres And after fainting trauell thinke to sleepe With their seditious brawles and croking iarres Which in the filthy marishes they keepe Awake I lye till mornings trumpeter Giues warning for the day-starre to appeare And cheerfull Cock chants forth his wonted lay To shew the dawning of the ioyfull day Though we are gods yet let vs all beware To succour in our person either part For if these meete the gods they will not spare To strike them with their iauelings to the hart But let vs rather ioy to see this fray Where we behold their ruine and decay Thus Pallas said To whom incontinent The heauenly Senate gaue a full consent Meane while both armies mustred on the plaine And place their wings and squadrons in aray From either part a Herald doth againe Giue signe for battell and the bloudie day The buzzing Flies because they were of skil A blow aloud their hornes and trumpets shrill A harsh tantarra sound vnto the fight Which lends more courage to their wonted might Heauen

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