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or the Battle of the FROGS and MICE.
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But hasty to his Aid Prassæus sprung,
And his sharp Bulrush at the Warrior flung:
The harmless Weapon hiss'd along the Field,
Nor touch'd the Chief, nor pierc'd his fenceful Shield.

Among the Mice a Youth there was renown'd
Beyond the rest, with Strength and Valour crown'd:
From good Artepibulus' Loins he came,
And Meridarpax was the Hero's Name.
Tow'ring in Arms this sprightly Warrior shone,
Proud of his Might, exulting, and alone
Where the red Stream with Blood was seen to flow,
And threaten'd singly to destroy the Foe.
Now had he finish'd all his Rage design'd;
(For great his Strength, unconquer'd was his Mind)
But partial Jove with pitying Eyes survey'd
The croaking Race, and to th' Immortals said.

Surely, ye Gods! of all yon dauntless Host
Great Meridarpax moves our Wonder most:
With matchless Might he vows to range the Field,
And ev'ry Foe to matchless Might must yield;

Let