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BATRACHOMUOMACHIA:
Scarce had he spoke; a frightful Snake appear'd,
And o'er the Waves his tow'ring Crest was rear'd.
Soon as Physignathus the Monster spy'd,
Swift down he sunk beneath the tumbling Tide;
Escap'd the Death he well deserv'd to find,
And unregarded left his Friend behind;
And o'er the Waves his tow'ring Crest was rear'd.
Soon as Physignathus the Monster spy'd,
Swift down he sunk beneath the tumbling Tide;
Escap'd the Death he well deserv'd to find,
And unregarded left his Friend behind;
Meantime the helpless Mouse, deserted, lay
Tost by the Billows on the Watry Way.
His shiv'ring Limbs proclaim his mighty Fear,
To see the Fate, he wish'd to shun, so near.
Now lies he buried in the liquid Graves,
Now floats he struggling on the topmost Waves.
At length with various Scenes of Sorrow prest,
And much incumber'd by his Hairy Vest,
He yields, reluctant, to the Stroke of Death,
And in these Words consumes his latest Breath.
Tost by the Billows on the Watry Way.
His shiv'ring Limbs proclaim his mighty Fear,
To see the Fate, he wish'd to shun, so near.
Now lies he buried in the liquid Graves,
Now floats he struggling on the topmost Waves.
At length with various Scenes of Sorrow prest,
And much incumber'd by his Hairy Vest,
He yields, reluctant, to the Stroke of Death,
And in these Words consumes his latest Breath.
Think not this impious Deed shall always lie
Conceal'd from righteous Heav'n's beholding Eye:
The Gods, Physignathus! the Gods will shed
Their direful Vengeance on thy perjur'd Head.
An equal Match by Land I was for thee,
Conceal'd from righteous Heav'n's beholding Eye:
The Gods, Physignathus! the Gods will shed
Their direful Vengeance on thy perjur'd Head.
An equal Match by Land I was for thee,
⟨Tho'⟩
