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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

the field for feare he should be slaine But leapt into the strong entrenched fort Where he received was in joyfull sort N●thlesse the warlike troopes of eyther band Persisted still with courage in the field Great store lye slaine upon 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 paines The hosts both clad in bloud in dust and myre Had chang'd their cheare their pride their rich attire Thus whiles the conquest was to neither bent But poizd in ballance betweene hope and feare Those two which hold the supreme government O're both the armies which in battell were * The conflict of the two kings The Kings of Frogs and Mice together meete Where they with mortal blows each other greet But cowards often faintly step aside When manhood is by resolution tride For scarce they had encountred in the fight And lent some equall strokes on either side When king of Mice thinking his foe to smite Vpon the head his sword to ground did glide But yet his foot it wounded when it fell Which blow did much his haughty courage quell For he which erst was author of this strife Now seekes the bogs for safegard of his life The valourous incensed king of Mice Seeing the Frogs proud king so basely flye Which was of late so resolute and wise To vaunt of trophies ere he blowes did try Calling his souldiers on with cheerefull hue His fainting weary foe he doth pursue Stil hoping since his wound had made him slow To overtake him with a fatall blow And but that never-daunted Captaine brought Captaine Prassaeus Greene as garden-Leeke A troope of gallants which would flie for ought To aide the king his life had beene to seeke Which pressing through the middle of the fray Rescude their wounded king which fled away And with their darts beat backe the Mice a space Till forth of danger they had rid his grace Greatly the Mice were danted with their blowes So thicke they fell and forcibly were sent That they were forc'd from danger of the throwes Backe to retire and some what to relent Vntill their rage and furie were o'repast Through want of breath then they againe as fast The Frogs assaile and mightily amate As forward erst now backward to retraite Among the squadrons of the Mouces band One Mouce there was more gallant then the rest A braver souldier was not in the land Nor stouter Captaine ever wars profest For though sterne Mars his manhood list to try Mars could not force this daring Mouce to flie But when in armes this warriour is yclad He rather is of Mars to be ydrad This was the sonne of Artepibulus Which doth for bread in wait and ambush lye Of loftie heart and magnanimious A worthy sire to such a progenie Whom mighty Meridarpax he did call That eats the crummes which under table fall Was never Mouce which under heav'n doth live That durst adventure with him for to strive Like to a Gyant stood this champion bold Vpon the shore neere to the rivers side Vaunting his might and prowesse as he would Have pull'd the throne of Jove downe in his pride And holding up his bourly armes to heaven Swore by the Sun the Moone and Planets seven That e're bright Phoebus lighted from his wayne One craven Frog should not alive remaine For by this hand quoth he by this right hand Searce would a man beleeve it though he sweare Though not a Mouce will venture them withstand But flie the field for cowardise and feare Yet I behold I will so thresh these Frogs That with their corses I will fill the bogs Or they or I by Iove this vow I make This night will lodge beyond the * A river in hell over which soules doe passe to all places Stygian lake And cert's these words had not beene spoke in vaine He had perform'd his vow though shame to tell If that the Father of the heav'nly traine The king of men and Lord of deepest hell Great Iove had not beheld from starry skyes His dire complots and bloudy enterprise And taking pittie of the Frogs estate To Mars and all the rest thus gan relate Ye Gods which here behold this dismall day And see the slaughters of the cruell fight What braggard Mouce is this that beares such sway Neere to the river vaunting of his might How bold he lookes how proud he bears his head As though the Frogs lay all before him dead Deepely protesting on the parched sand Not one poor Frog shall scape his murdring hand Divine inhabitants of heav'n behold Behold I say alas the wretched case And great mishap which doth poore Frogs enfold Now prest to suffer ruine and disgrace Vnlesse you deigne to save them at this houre And send in ayde some number of your power To quell the daring courage of the Mice And stop proud Meridarpax enterprise If that displease then let us Pallas send T' asswage the furie of this cruell fone Or thou sterne Mars haste thither for to wend Yclad in armes of Adamantine stone That this fell * Meridarpax Tyger greedy of his prey E're he annoy the Frogs may runne away Here Iove did end But Mars of visage grim Arising from his seat replide to him Beloved Father Lord of heav'n and hell To your behest all powr's subjected stand Which doe in heav'n or lower regions dwell None may or dare deny when you command Then think sweet Father Mars accounteth still Jove Your word for right as law your only wil Kings men command on earth why should not The King of Kings command the gods above Speake but the word great Mars is alwayes prest At Ioves appoynt in armes to enter field And for stout Pallas at your least request I know my sister willingly will yeeld But neither I. though I be god of warres Nor Pallas whose renown doth reach the starres Now are of force the falling Frogs to stay Or them preserve from imminent decay No rather send the gods send all the power That highest heavenly Hierarchies can make Or on their heads lightning with thunder shower That all their armie may with terrour quake With which thou slyw'st the Giants long agone * A great Giant which Iupiter slew with lightning Enceladus and proud * Phaceon he was slayne with thunder Apolloes sonne Thus ended f●owning Mars To whose behest Great Iove gave full consent with all the rest And presently ascending up the tower Where sulphrous brands with stony darts of fire And all the weapons of his might and power Are kept to plague proud rebels in his ire First there he caus'd great gastly flames arise And thunder-claps that seem'd to rend the skies And still among this hideous roaring sound He darted burning bolts the Mice to wound Pale feare assayled both the Frogs and Mice When first on sudden they the thunder heard So great a terrour in their mindes did rise

a king * Credito credenti nulla procella nocet Leape on my neck feare not the running maine I beare thee hence I bring thee backe againe He had no sooner said but bending downe His back though rare it is to see Kings bow The lieger Mouce lighter then thistle downe And swift as winde which from the East doth blow Vpon his shoulders nimbly leaps in hast And vaulting to his neck doth there hold fast Proud of his stately Porter as he might For whom 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 Mouce rejoycing for to see him swim Vpon his backe like * Neptune the god of the Sea 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 * Maior sum quam cui possit fortuna noscere With so great port and prinely majesty The little Mouce upon 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 every pleasure hath his ending day For when he saw the surging billowes rise And on a 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 waves bedash him more and more Tossing his corpes amid their watry store With griefe he wrings his hands teares his skin Such wofull plight pale feare had put him in * Galeatum sero duelli poenitet Now doth he wish though wishes take no place That on firme land he were arriv'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 event But after-wits like a showre of raine That fals untimely on the ripened graine His feet unto his belly he doth shrinke And on the Frog his backe 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 above his head Speechlesse for sorrow and for griefe halfe dead Yet death is not so bitter as cold feare Which makes things greater then they are appeare * Heu quid agat Sorrow triumpheth in the Mouce his brest Despaire doth sit as Marshall in his minde Danger and death on ev'ry side are prest Still to receive him at each puffe of winde But danger can the heart of pride ne're breake When fear hath staid the tong yet pride wilspeak And though the waters wash the outward skin They cannot wash presumption within For thus he sighing said The gentle * Iupiter when he stole away Europa Bull Which Ovid doth applaud for knavery Did not convay to Creete his pretty trull Vpon his necke with so great bravery As King of Frogs doth beare the gallant Mouce To see the pompe and pleasure of his house Plunging his limmes amid the water cleare Such confidence to swimming he doth beare He this no sooner said 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 finde some floting prey The Frog espide What cannot feare descry Which joyn'd with care prevents sad destiny For he no sooner did the Snake behold Gaping like * Cerberus is said to have three heads and to be porter of hell Cerberus three-headed dog Ruffling his scaly neck which shone like gold But into water dives the wily Frog Leaving the Mouce his friend in sad lament Set forth to danger death and dire event For he which makes a friend of every stranger Discards him not againe without some danger The silly Mouce 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 complaine 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 prevaile When therefore to approach 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 overthrow Weeping for sorrow voyd of all reliefe Thus with himselfe he sigh'd to ease his griefe * Est quaedam flere voluptas 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 vengeance for a time be slack That thundring Iove to whom all things are known Will be forgetfull of thy trechery Through whose deceit I dye in misery Which from thy back as off a rocke I stood Hast thrown me perjur'd wretch amid the flood Well thou perceiv'dst my valour and my might My worth my courage and agilitie Which like a dastard and faint-hearted wight At unawares 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 revenge my wrong * Jnterdum lachrymae pondera vocis habent The Mice brave Mice stern soldiers of stout Mars In troopes shall march against thy damned crue And shall pursue thee with such bloudy wars That Frogs unborne yet shall have cause to rue Such balefull stratagems that day shall be As never cursed traytrous Frog did see For ne're shall murder unrevenged boast And with those words he yeelded up the ghost Lichopinax Lick-trencher of great blood Sitting upon the grassie waters side Saw when the Mouce was drowned in the flood For murther by some chance 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 unhappy fate When as his Majestie this newes did heare Sadly he tooke the Princes overthrow Downe from his throne he fell with heavy cheare And swooned in the place for griefe and woe His Nobles take him up without delay And on a royall pallet doe him lay Where he for sorrow sicke was like to dye For childrens hurt neere fathers heart doth lye But all the Lords though they were mal-content Griev'd for his death which was their Kings sole care Yet like fell Lyons unto anger bent A blacke revenge within their minds they sware With comfortable words they cheare their King Which somewhat did abate his sorrowing * Minuit vindicta dolorem Hope of revenge did so his stomacke pricke Now he is strong

againe which erst was sicke His messengers dispatched are apace To all the hungry corners in his land Commanding all his subjects in short space At Court before his Majestie to stand To learne his pleasure for his wofull sonne Whom the proud king of Frogs to death had don Whose corps lie buried in the rolling wave Wanting a royall Hearse as Princes have * The dutifulnesse of the Mice The time no sooner came when ev'ry Mouce Of any office calling or degree In his owne person at the kings great House Before his Majestie should present be But all the Lords knights squires gentle Mice Resort to Court before the sunne did rise The basest Mouce 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 Majestie came downe Clad like a mourner in a murry gowne And from his throne though griefe had made him weake Yet angry for his sonne thus did he speake * The Oration of the King of Mice Stout Peeres brave Nobles and my Captaines tall And you kinde subjects to your loving King Though to my part these mischiefes onely fall Which from my drearie eyes sad teares doe bring Yet to you all this dammage doth belong For Kings mishap to subjects is a wrong I like a father you like friends complaine Since cursed Frogs my sonne your Prince have slaine * Tenet auratum limen erinnys Great are the cares attend upon a throne And most misfortunes sit in Caesars lap Then who so wretched as poore I alone Predestinate to nothing but mishap Once happy in three children borne to me As pretty Mice as ever man did see But Fortune glad to triumph in my woe Hath brought my sorrow with their overthrow For first the eldest scarce was two months old When playing like a wanton up and downe A griesly Cat the young Mouce did behold And quickly caught him by the tender crowne Betweene whose cruell jawes my sonne did die Without remorse devoured traytrously A Stygian Butcher knowne unto you all Whose teeth asunder teare both great and small My sonne next him a little noble Mouce Too ventrous for to live O griefe to tell Hunting for food within a Farmers house * Fraude perit virtus Into an engyne made of wood he fell Invented by mans art and policie To crush and murther all our Progenie There loving Subjects dy'de my second childe With rigour massacred with craft beguild And now my third my last beloved sonne But best beloved sonne of all the three With whom my joyes doe end my life is done Most deare to his Queene-mother and to me In whom decayes the issue of my blood * Hinc illae lachrymae Aye me lyes 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 selves to armes he cries Fight for your King and Country without feare Pursue the Frogs your cursed enemies And gard your selves with helmet shield and speare With courage shew your valour and your might The day is ours for Iove still aydes the right Brave Lords kind subjects fight couragiously God and Saint * She is holden patronesse over Mice Gertrude grant us victory The King in anger here did make an end And presently dismissed all the crue Which all their studie and endevours bend That black revenge and battell might ensue The Kings sad words did stirre them up so farre That nought they talke of now but bloudy war And every Mouce from greatest to the least Prepares such weapons as will fit them best * The armes and weapons of the Mice And first for legs these never daunted Mice Warlike habiliments in haste provide Garded with huskes of pease O rare device As though with boots or start-ups they would ride Whose policy if this our age would trie So many maymed souldiers should not die For they which lose their legs do 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 serves in stead of an habergion The bottome of a candlesticke doth stand For target or a buckler in their hand * Gerimus quae possumus arma 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 unto force fresh courage bring A Mouce in armes doth thinke himselfe a king * Res animos incognita turbat 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 doe resort There to determine what the cause should be Of these strange warres and sudden mutinie Their dread increaseth by each brute they heare For feare of unknown things breed greater feare Whiles thus they stand perplexed and afraid * Herald Eate-cheese 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 ev'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 heaven doth for vengeance call To you I come sad messenger of woe From angry Mice which wish your overthrow And here in all their names and from our King A flat defiance to base Frogs I bring * Ingentes parturit ira minas Warres hostile warres accursed traytrous Frogs Here I denounce and spit within your face Damned deceitfull wretches from your bogs We will abolish your detested race Then arme your selves for vengeance we will take Vpon all Frogs for our brave princes sake If courage in your craven hearts doth dwell Meet us in open field and so farewell When he had said these words as in disdaine Scorning an answere from the Frogs to beare Forthwith he posted to the Mice 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 from his chaire of state Gravely their valours thus did animate * The Oration of the King of Frogs Lords Nobles gallant Frogs and all the Trayne Which here attend to know our royall will Subjects nay more then Subjects in

Meane while both armies mustred on the plaine And place their wings and squadrons in aray From either part a Herald doth againe Give signe for battell and the bloudy day The buzzing Flies because they were of skill To blow alowd their hornes and trumpets shrill A harsh tantarra sound unto the fight Which lends more courage to their wonted might Heaven and earth doth thunder with the cry When front to front these noble armies meet Loose waving in the winde their ensignes flie With wounds and fatall blowes each other greet The Mice 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 bloudy fight That gave the onset first first wanne renowne Croaking Hypsiboas first like a knight Lick-taile Lichenor bravely tumbled downe Into his paunch so strong he thrust his speare That forth his backe behinde it did appeare Groveling the Mouce 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 Gave Pelion the Frog with durt berayd A deadly foile with his small brazen pin Within the wound the javeling sticketh sore And frō the veines forth streams the purple gore Thus to his end pale death this Frog did bring * Tendimus huc omnes 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 Devoid of life thy headles truncke doth lie At hardy Seutlëus 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 love and ire compeld To sad revenge his pow'r and forces dight * Mors morte pianda est Life must be paid with life the Frog did cry Their deaths I will revenge or with them dye Thus when true love 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 bruised with the fall this Mouce did lye Suffring the torments of deaths tyranny Yong Lichenor his sonne that first was slaine A gallant Mouce 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 dye And with those words ayming his heart to hit Strongly his javeling at the Frog he threw It pierc't his side his brest and bowels split His vitall spirits from his body flew Dead lay Limnocharis upon the playne The bravest souldier in the watry trayne For death impartiall doth with one selfe hand Cut off the strong weake at heavens command 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 hearts 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 Ty●oglyphus slew with the sword A great commander in the Mouces band Deepe holes and hollow caves he usde to delve Among the Cheeses lying on the shelve His head the Frog doth from his necke advance And in great triumph beares it on his lance Faint-hearted * So called of the herbe Calamint Calaminthiu in great feare Little in stature and of courage small Beholding vast Pternoglyphus appeare A Mouce exceeding great strong bourly tall And which in bacon flitches holes doth make He doth his weapons with the field forsake And craven-like fled to the durty bogs Even as the fearefull Hare pursude with dogs But bold Hydrocharis that loves the flood Famous for deeds of armes would never flie The furious Mouce 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 brains the crimson 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 upon the sandy ground The Mouces dart had made a mortall wound Whereat pale death sent forth his fainting sprite To sleepe in darkenesse 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 Cuissodioctes neat behind From off his feet the little Mouce he flung 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 erst was drown'd In succour of his friends the Frogs defide And to the battell made him ready bound Durty Pelusus in the panch he thrust Faintly the Frog sunke downe into the dust Whose fluttring spirit did her passage make Downe to * It is taken for the entry into hell Avernus that unpleasant lake Pelobates which loves to tread 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 durt apace 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 mov'd with spleene And justly angry at this beastly wrong Tooke up a mighty stone which there had beene A bound or landmarke tweene two neigbours long And hurling it with vigour and great power He burst his knee asunder in that stower The right leg fell dismembred from his thigh And not once moving on the ground doth lye Ne there he thought to leave him in sad plight But with a javelin would have rest 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 Mouce his belly with a rush Vpon the ground his bowels gushed forth Thus di'de this martial hart Mouce 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 adventure forth againe Into