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BATRACHOMUOMACHIA:
Now soon as Morn appear'd, the Troops obey,
And to the Place appointed speed their Way;
When thus Troxartes, rising o'er the rest,
With gloomy Looks the listning Chiefs addrest.

Altho' the Frogs have injur'd me of late,
Yet all are subject to be crush'd by Fate.
But such a Loss what Father ever bore?
Three Sons I had, and now they are no more!
One by the Cat's superior Strength was kill'd;
Another's Blood by Men unpitying spill'd,
As in the treach'rous Trap ensnar'd he lay,
And to the curst Invention fell a Prey.
Psicharpax last (by me distinguish'd more
Than all the Children e'er I had before,
And by his Mother through the World renown'd)
In the wild Deep Physignathus hath drown'd.
Come then, my Friends, the hostile Race invade,
And let your Limbs in Armor be array'd,

Thus he: His Speech each gen'rous Breast alarm'd,
And Mars himself the hardy Warriors arm'd.

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