BATRACHOMUOMACHIA;
OR, THE
Battle of the Frogs and Mice.
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May the Nine from Helicon inspireMy kindling Breast with their celestial Fire;
While to the World I write of War, and sing
What endless Labours from Contention spring;
What mov'd the Mice (undaunted as the Pow'rs
That seal'd the Heav'ns, and shook their lofty Tow'rs)
To fill the frighted Fields with loud Alarms,
And dare the croaking Race to Deeds of Arms.
It chanc'd a Mouse, whom Puss had close pursu'd,
Near the green Margin of a River stood,
And careless now of ev'ry Danger, sought
To cool his Thirst with a refreshing Draught;
When fam'd Physignathus the Wand'rer spy'd,
And to him sudden from the Waters cry'd:
Near the green Margin of a River stood,
And careless now of ev'ry Danger, sought
To cool his Thirst with a refreshing Draught;
When fam'd Physignathus the Wand'rer spy'd,
And to him sudden from the Waters cry'd:
Say,
