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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

her story That truth may still preuayle with greater glory For as an Image drawne in white and black Though it be well proportioned with care If it do other comely colours lack To beautify the members head and haire Vnto the eye appeares not halfe so faire Nor with so much content doth fill the mind As that pourtrayd with colours in his kind Eu'n so a naked storie simply told Though cause be true and worthy due regard Doth not mens hearts with such affection hold Nor hath the outward sences so in gard As doth that matter which is well declar'd Adorned pleasantly with termes and arte Which pearcing th'row the eares doth moue the heart This knew the learned Poets all of yore This knew th' immortall Sages long agone VVhose works the wisest of our age adore Such store of wisdome in their bookes is shone Such pleasure vnto all offence to none Such graue precepts hid vnder fine deuice As eares and heart with wonderment surprise No fable sweet Philosophy contaynes VVithin the sacred volumes of her cell Dipt in the fount which from Pernassus straynes Whereas the thrice three Nymphes are said to dwel That Barbarisme and ignorance expell But vnder vaile deepe secrets doth vnfold Though bnt a tale by wanton Ouid told By wanton Ouid heauenly Poesie Pardon the rashnesse of my infant Muse That I a client to thy mysterie Should vnaduised by that word abuse And terme him wanton did no folly vse For though his Muse was wanton as he playned Yet Ouids life was chaste and neuer stayned Nor sung he alwayes in a wanton lay And penned pleasing ditties of blind fire Of deeper matters much could Ouid say As he whose soaring spirit mounted higher Than euer Poet after could aspire And saue the famous Homer chiefe of all The Prince of Poets may we Ouid call But neyther Homer Ouid nor the rest That euer tasted Aganippes spring Though but to write of fables they addrest VVhich to th' vnskilfull no contentment bring But with such arte and knowledge did them sing That in their volumes scarce appeares one lyne VVhich to the learned doth not seeme diuine No vice of youth no villayny of age No lewd behauiour of each degree But in the secret myst'ries of the sage And graue instructions of Philosophy Clad in the habit of sweet Poesie Is aptly cowched in some prety 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 heauenly crew VVhich euer wayt vpon her worthynesse By them are pourtrayd forth with comlinesse The meanest fable Poet e're did make May stand as mirrour for example sake For proofe whereof read but this little booke VVith vnderstanding knowledge care and skill And thou shalt find presented to thy looke Such wit and learning from the Authours quill VVhich vnder fine inuentions meet thee still So pleasant obiects that occurre thine eyes As will thy soule with wonderment surprise And not alone shall pleasure thee awate As thou perusest what I now present Here thou shalt haue fit matter for eche state If thou consider what hereby is ment Then thinke thy time herein not idly spent Ponder with iudgemēt what thou read'st at leasure So may thy profit equallize thy pleasure Batrachomyomachia Or The Battell betweene Frogs and Mise YE thrice three daughters of immortall Ioue Boeotian Nimphs of Helicons sweet spring Bright lamps of honor shining frō aboue Where stil ye sit secure from enuies sting Guiding the sterne of learnings sacred lore Vouchsafe to guide my pen I you implore Your sweet consent conforme my tender brest While I adorne my verse as likes you best Deigne from your pleasant fountaynes of delight And euer-running Riuers of true skill Now to infuse sweet drops into my spright And heau'nly Nectar on my plants distill That they may grow like Bay which euer springs To bud the battels of two mighty Kings And all the world may know how strife did rife Betweene renowned Frogs and gallant Mise The antique deedes which wanton Ouid 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 Whose lofty top dare check the heau'ns fayre eye When at midday he sits in maiestie In these approued souldiers of sterne 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 Mouse of royall state Next heire by birth apparent to the Crowne Toyled with trauell flying from the Cat Vnto a pleasant brooke to drinke came downe Where couching low his body on the banke With great delight cold water there he dranke For though that gorged stomacks lothe strong drink Thirst makes the King cold water wine to thinke But while the gentle and debonayre Mouse Bathed his lips within the chanell cleare Quaffing most neatly many a sweet carouse Along the gliding current did appeare * 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 maiestie From forth the riuer like to liquid glasse The Frog ascends vpon the waters brim And seeing where the Mouse lay on the grasse With nimble ioynts he leapeth towards him And bending downe his fayre and yellow brest With kind salutes he welcomes this new ghest Beseeming well a Kings hye dignitie And thus he spoke with solemne maiesty Since that thou art a stranger gentle Mouse From whome dost thou deriue thy pedigree Declare to me thy parents and the house Which haue conceiued such a progenie That if thy worth deserue with greater sway Vnto my pallace thee I might conuay VVhere 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 VVhich all the Frogs to my subiection bring My promise to performe I want no store My kingdom stretcheth out from shore to shore Scarce he deserues the title of a king That wanteth meanes t' acomplish 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-cheeke Physignathus she cleaped mee But since that valour in thy lookes doth dwell And * Mars

THE STRANGE VVONDERFVLL and bloudy Battell betweene Frogs and Mise The occasion of their falling out Their preparation munition and resolution for the watres 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. LONDON Imprinted by S. S. for Iohn Bayly and are to be sold at his shop in Chauncery lane neere to the Office of the sixe Clarkes 1603. Perlege Maeonio cantatas carmine Ranas Et frontem nugis soluere disce meis Martialis in Xenia 183. To the vertuous courteous and worshipfull Gentleman Master Robert Greenewood of Westerton health with the happinesse of both worlds SVch louing fauours from your sonne I found So kind affection at your Worships hand Though vndeserued that I still am bound And vnto you and yours obliged stand And though that Greene braunch which ay-springing stood As chiefest crowne or garland to your wood Be by the stroke of Fate quite cut away Ne're shall a thanklesse nature in me sway No loftie Cedar though in height he passe Eche seu'rall plant which desert forrests yeeld No Laurell though Apollo's tree it was No Pine for shippes no Oke ordayn'd to build Nor any shrub was halfe so deare to me As was that braunch falne from the Greenewoods tree Which though as dead entomb'd in earth it lyes A day will come we hope to see it rise Here worthy Sir doe I present to you The timely Buds of my frost-bitten Spring And though this trifle not deserue your view Yet such a trifle once did Homer sing Adorn'd with robes spun from the wooll of Greece Homely by me now clad in English fleece Albeit no pleasure in this toy you take Yet deigne a kind aspect for Hargreues sake The vnworthy wel-willer of your Worships wel-fare William Fowldes To the Reader in generall HAuing of late for mine owne exercise at vacant howres consummated the translation of this little Booke I now boldly aduenture to commit it to the Presse being the rather induced thereunto by the incouragement of certaine of mine acquaintance not that I seeke hereby to winne praise or publish this for any deuotion in print since I am verily perswaded it deserues not the least title of commendation and I hold it as a maxime with Lylie that he which commeth in print because hee would bee knowne is like the foole that goeth into the market because hee would be seene Onely I hope that this my simple labour will be a spurre to the riper wits of our time that the golden works of this other famous Poets may not still lie hidden as vnder a vaile or mysterie from the weake capacitie of meaner iudgements Concerning my translation as I cannot altogether commend it for quandoque bonus dormitat Homerus so neither will I wholly discommend it in the one I might seeme arrogant in the other be accounted foolish and therefore puto rectius esse vt sint mediocria omnia If one write neuer so well he shall not please all if neuer so ill he shall please some a dog will barke though he lack his teeth and a dolt wil censure though he want iudgement I knowe to some curious heads it will bee thought amisse that euery verse answeres not their expectation because I haue not word for word concurd with the Author in my translation yet if they will but looke a little into the difficulty of this thing considering the kind of verse which I haue vsed I hope they will rest satisfied I only wil answere them out of Horace Non verbum verbo curabis reddere fidus interpres And furthermore besides the diuersitie betweene a construction a translation they may know that there are many mysteries in this writer which vttered in English would shew little pleasure and in mine opinion are better to bee vntouched then to diminish the grace of the rest with tediousnes obscuritie I haue therefore followed the counsell of the aforesaid Horace teaching the duty of a good Interpreter qui quae desperat tractata nitescere posse relinquit By which occasion some fewe sentences I haue in places omitted somewhat added some what altered and somewhat expounded that which I haue added you shall find quoted in the margent The significations of the names being indeede no names but onely wordes correspondent to the nature of Frogs and Mise ne quis in ijs haereat lest any should therewith be troubled I haue englished and inserted them in the verse that the inferiour Readers should not bee wearied with looking in the margent as for the learned they need not be instructed I meane not be a preiudice to any that can do finer only I would desire them to beare with this my simple labour and to accept it as a thing roughly begun rather then pollished And if any with this will not bee contented let him take in hand and doe it anew himselfe and I doubt not but he shal find it an easier thing to controll a line or two then to amend the whole of this interpretation Farewell W. F. To the captious company of carping Readers SPurne not the study of my nouice Muse though but a toy Who scornes to reade this trifle let him chuse though ne're so coy Yet no base trifle for by Homers quill The subiect was contriu'd if good or ill If then the subiect was of Homers worth from Homers brayne What should affray my Muse to set this forth and scorne disdayne For he which scoffes this Poeme in his pride If that he durst great Homer would deride Let addle heads by idle humours guise ybent to stray Iest at this battell of the Frogs and Mise I le not dismay Since Homer stands as bulwarke on my part T' award the scornfull termes that fooles will dart The babbling prayses of the vulgar vayne I nought esteeme Nor how the curious through fantastick braine my labours deeme As one to eu'ry trifle giues applause So th' other all condemnes without iust cause And yet the censure of the meanest wit I nill refuse For slender iudgements best I thinke befit my simple Muse Onely I wish that he which reads this booke His praise or dispraise may to reason looke Nil moror vlterius In commendation of Poetry AMong the diuers currents that do flow Frōth ' euer-springing fountain of all art The perled Nectar most contēt doth show Which Poetry full sweetly doth impart VVhose hunny'd vapour comforteth the heart And vnder vailed fancies that doth sing Which doth much profit with great pleasure bring For cert's the truth though truth no colours need To men of vnderstanding and ripe yeeres VVhen she is masked in a seemely weed More faire more sweet and beautifull appeares Her tale contents the mind and glads the eares And makes men more attentiue to