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THE FROG-AND-MOUSE-FIGHT.
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Thus having spoke, He clad them all in Arms;
With Mallow Leaves They cover'd round their Legs,
And Gorgets wore of broad green Beet, for Shields
The Leaves of Cabbages They fitted well,
A long sharp Rush each fashion'd to a Spear,
And Helmets of thin Snail-Shells hid their Heads.
They stood upon their Guard on the high Bank,
Shaking their Spears, and each was full of Wrath.

Jove in the starry Sky conven'd the Gods,
And, pointing to the warlike Multitude,
Strong Champions, many, huge, with long Spears arm'd,
As Hosts of Centaurs or of Giants march,
Ask'd with a gracious Smile, who were engag'd,
Among the Immortals, Frogs or Mice to aid?
And to Minerva He address'd his Speech.

"Thou, Daughter, sure wilt hasten to defend
"The Mice, who always dance before thy Fane,
"The Fume enjoying, and the sacred Food."