HOMER in a Nutshell.
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Betray'd and Drown'd great Pypick's gallant Heir:
For War, for hideous War, ye Frogs, prepare.
For War, for hideous War, ye Frogs, prepare.
He menacing withdrew, and rugged Notes
Result confus'dly from their lab'ring Throats.
Against th' Aggressor lowd Complaints arise,
Who thus evades the Charge with specious Lies,
Result confus'dly from their lab'ring Throats.
Against th' Aggressor lowd Complaints arise,
Who thus evades the Charge with specious Lies,
Witness, ye Pow'rs, to whose especial Care
The Rights of Truth and Faith submitted are:
Blast me with exemplary Plagues, and shed
Contagions thick on this perfidious Head,
If Bogrill e'r has instrumental been
To the young Prince's Harm, or e'r has seen
Or heard of his Mishap! A-lack-a-day!
I warrant you the Lad was got to Play,
And marking how the Pool were crost and crost,
He must be padling too, and so was lost!
Shall I then smart if such an Oaf as This
Must have his Frolick, and succeeds amiss?
Hard Fate of Innocence! to bear the Blame
Of blackest Crimes, because too meek and tame!
Yet if your Lordships will my Counsel take,
The Foe shall feel, Wounded it can awake.
A Project I've conceiv'd, which if pursu'd
Infallibly roots out the dusky Brood.
Rang'd in a File, on some commodious Rise,
Wee'll watch their Troops, and to the Bank entice:
Then when their Onset they with Fury make,
Wheel off, and let 'em rush into the Lake:
The Rights of Truth and Faith submitted are:
Blast me with exemplary Plagues, and shed
Contagions thick on this perfidious Head,
If Bogrill e'r has instrumental been
To the young Prince's Harm, or e'r has seen
Or heard of his Mishap! A-lack-a-day!
I warrant you the Lad was got to Play,
And marking how the Pool were crost and crost,
He must be padling too, and so was lost!
Shall I then smart if such an Oaf as This
Must have his Frolick, and succeeds amiss?
Hard Fate of Innocence! to bear the Blame
Of blackest Crimes, because too meek and tame!
Yet if your Lordships will my Counsel take,
The Foe shall feel, Wounded it can awake.
A Project I've conceiv'd, which if pursu'd
Infallibly roots out the dusky Brood.
Rang'd in a File, on some commodious Rise,
Wee'll watch their Troops, and to the Bank entice:
Then when their Onset they with Fury make,
Wheel off, and let 'em rush into the Lake:
Or,
