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PHYSIGNATHUS, one who swells his cheeks
PELEUS, a name from mud.

HYDROMEDUSE, a ruler in the water.

HYPSIBOAS, a loud bawler.

PELION, from mud.

SEUTLEUS, called from the beets.

POLYPHONUS, a great babbler.

LYMNOCHARIS, one who loves the lake

CRAMBOPHAGUS, a cabbage-eater.
LYMNISIUS, called from the lake.
CALAMINTHIUS, from the herb.

HYDROCHARIS, who loves the water
BORBOCATES, who lies in the mud.
PRASSOPHAGUS, an eater of garlic.
PELUSIUS, from mud.

PELOBATES, who walks in the dirt.
PRASSEUS, called from garlic.
CRAUGASIDES, from croaking.


To fill my rising song with sacred fire,
Ye tuneful Nine, ye sweet celestial quire!
From Helicon's imbowering height repair,
Attend my labours, and reward my prayer.
The dreadful toils of raging Mars I write,
The springs of contest, and the fields of fight;
How threatening mice advanced with warlike grace,
And waged dire combats with the croaking race.
Not louder tumults shook Olympus' towers,
When earth-born giants dared immortal powers.
These equal acts an equal glory claim,
And thus the muse records the tale of fame.

If worthy friendship, proffer'd friendship take,
And, entering, view the pleasurable lake:
Range o'er my palace, in my bounty share,
And glad return from hospitable fare.
This silver realm extends beneath my sway,
And me, their monarch, all its frogs obey.
Great Physignathus I, from Peleus' race,
Begot in fair Hydromeduse' embrace,
Where by the nuptial bank that paints his side
The swift Eridanus delights to glide.

Thee too, thy form, thy strength and port proclaim, 10 A scepter'd king; a son of martial fame;

Then trace thy line, and aid my guessing eyes.
Thus ceased the frog, and thus the mouse replies:
Known to the gods, the men, the birds that fly
Through wild expanses of the midway sky,
My name resounds; and if unknown to thee,
The soul of great Psycarpax lives in me.
Of brave Troxartes' line, whose sleeky down
In love compress'd Lychomyle the brown.
My mother she, and princess of the plains.
20 Where'er her father Ptern otroctas reigns:
Born where a cabin lifts its airy shed,
With figs, with nuts, with varied dainties fed.
But since our natures nought in common know,
From what foundation can a friendship grow?

Once on a time, fatigued and out of breath,
And just escaped the stretching claws of death,
A gentle mouse, whom cats pursued in vain,
Flies swift of foot across the neighbouring plain,
Hangs o'er a brink, his eager thirst to cool,
And dips his whiskers in the standing pool;
When near a courteous frog advanced his head,
And from the waters, hoarse resounding said:
What art thou, stranger? what the line you boast?
What chance hath cast thee panting on our coast?
With strictest truth let all thy words agree,
Nor let me find a faithless mouse in thee.






These curling waters o'er thy palace roll;
But man's high food supports my princely soul.
In vain the circled loaves attempt to lie
Conceal'd in flaskets from
my curious eye;
In vain the tripe that boasts the whitest hue,
In vain the gilded bacon shuns my view,
In vain the cheeses, offspring of the pail,
Or honey'd cakes which gods themselves regale.
And as in arts I shine, in arms I fight,

Mix'd with the bravest, and unknown to flight.
Though large to mine the human form appear,
Not man himself can smite my soul with fear;
Sly to the bed with silent steps I go,
Attempt his finger, or attack his toe,
And fix indented wounds with dexterous skill;
Sleeping he feels, and only seems to feel.
Yet have we foes which direful dangers cause,
Grim owls with talons arm'd, and cats with claws!
And that false trap, the den of silent fate,
Where death his ambush plants around the bait;
All dreaded these, and dreadful o'er the rest
The potent warriors of the tabby vest:
If to the dark we fly, the dark they trace,
And rend our heroes of the nibbling race.
But me, nor stalks, nor waterish herbs delight,
Nor can the crimson radish charm my sight,
The lake-resounding frogs' selected fare,
Which not a mouse of any taste can bear.

As thus the downy prince his mind express'd,
His answer thus the croaking king addressed:
Thy words luxuriant on thy dainties rove;
And, stranger, we can boast of bounteous Jove:
We sport in water, or we dance on land,
And born amphibious, food from both command.
But trust thyself where wonders ask thy view,
And safely tempt those seas; I'll bear thee through:
Ascend my shoulders, firmly keep thy seat,
And reach my marshy court, and feast in state.


Plunging he sinks, and struggling mounts again,
And sinks, and strives, but strives with fate in vain :
The weighty moisture clogs his airy vest,
And thus the prince his dying rage express'd:


Nor thou that flingst me floundering from thy back,
As from hard rocks rebounds the shattering wrack,
Nor thou shalt 'scape thy due, perfidious king!
Pursued by vengeance on the swiftest wing:
At land thy strength could never equal mine,
60 At sea to conquer, and by craft was thine.
But heaven has gods, and gods have searching eyes:
Ye mice, ye mice, my great avengers rise!

This said, he sighing gasp'd, and gasping died.
His death the young Lychopinax espied,

As on the flowery brink he pass'd the day,
Bask'd in the beam, and loiter'd life away.



Loud shrieks the mouse, his shrieks the shores repeat;
The nibbling nation learn their hero's fate;
Grief, dismal grief ensues; deep murmur's sound,
70 And shriller fury fills the deafen'd ground;
From lodge to lodge the sacred heralds run,
To fix their counsel with the rising sun;
Where great Troxartes crown'd in glory reigns,
And winds his lengthening court beneath the plains:
Psycarpax' father, father now no more!
For poor Psycarpax lies remote from shore:
Supine he lies! the silent waters stand,


He said, and lent his back; with nimble bound
Leaps the light mouse, and clasps his arms around,
Then wondering floats, and sees with glad survey 91
The winding banks resemble ports at sea.
But when aloft the curling water rides,
And wets with azure wave his downy sides,
His thoughts grow conscious of approaching woe,
His idle tears with vain repentance flow;
His locks he rends, his trembling feet he rears,
Thick beats his heart with unaccustom'd fears;
He sighs, and chill'd with danger, longs for shore:
His tail extended forms a fruitless oar.
Half drench'd in liquid death, his prayers he spake,
And thus bemoan'd him from the dreadful lake:
So pass'd Europa through the rapid sea,
Trembling and fainting all the venturous way;
With oary
feet the bull triumphant rode,
And safe in Crete deposed his lovely load.
Ah safe at last! may thus the frog support
My trembling limbs to reach his ample court.

As thus he sorrows, death ambiguous grows:
Lo! from the deep a water-hydra rose;
He rolls his sanguined eyes, his bosom heaves;
And darts with active rage along the waves.
Confused, the monarch sees his hissing foe,
And dives to shun the sable fates below.
Forgetful frog! the friend thy shoulders bore,
Unskill'd in swimming, floats remote from shore.
He grasps with fruitless hands to find relief,
Supinely falls, and grinds his teeth with grief;
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And no kind billow wafts the dead to land!


WHEN rosy-finger'd morn had tinged the clouds,
Around their monarch-mouse the nation crowds;
And thus the council, fill'd with rage, address'd:
Slow rose the monarch, heaved his anxious breast,

For lost Psycarpax much my soul endures;
"Tis mine the private grief, the public yours:
Three warlike sons adorn'd my nuptial bed,
Our eldest perish'd by the ravening cat,
Three sons, alas, before their father dead!
As near my court the prince unheedful sat.
Our next, an engine fraught with danger drew,
The portal gaped, the bait was hung in view:
Dire arts assist the trap, the fates decoy,
And men unpitying kill my gallant boy.
The last, his country's hope, his parent's pride,
Plunged in the lake by Physignathus, died.
Rouse all the war, my friends! avenge the deed.
And bleed that monarch, and his nation bleed.
His words in every breast inspired alarms,
And careful Mars supplied their host with arms.
In verdant hulls despoil'd of all their beans,
The buskin'd warriors stalk'd along the plains;
Quills aptly bound their bracing corslet made,
Faced with the plunder of a cat they flay'd;
The lamp's round boss affords an ample shield,
Large shells of nuts their covering helmet yield:
And o'er the region, with reflected rays,

110 Tall groves of needles for their lances blaze.



Dreadful in arms the marching mice appear:
The wondering frogs perceive the tumult near, 30
Forsake the waters, thickening form a ring,
And ask, and hearken whence the noises spring:
When near the crowd, disclosed to public view,
The valiant chief Embasichytros drew :
The sacred herald's sceptre graced his hand,
And thus his words express'd his king's command

Ye frogs! the mice, with vengeance fired, advance, In vain, my father! all their dangers plead;
And deck'd in armour shake the shining lance;
Their hapless prince, by Physignathus slain,
Extends incumbent on the watery plain.
Then arm your host, the doubtful battle try;
Lead forth those frogs that have the soul to die.
The chief retires; the crowd the challenge hear,
And proudly swelling, yet perplex'd appear;
Much they resent, yet much their monarch blame,
Who, rising, spoke to clear his tainted fame:

O friends! I never forced the mouse to death,
Nor saw the gaspings of his latest breath.
He, vain of youth, our art of swimming tried,
And venturous in the lake the wanton died;
To vengeance now by false appearance led,
They point their anger at my guiltless head:
But wage the rising war by deep device,
And turn its fury on the crafty mice:
Your king directs the way: my thoughts elate
With hopes of conquest, form designs of fate.
Where high the banks their verdant surface heave,
And the steep sides confine the sleeping wave,
There, near the margin, and in armour bright,
Sustain the first impetuous shocks of fight:
Then where the dancing feather joins the crest,
Let each brave frog his obvious mouse arrest;
Each strongly grasping headlong plunge a foe,
Till countless circles whirl the lake below;
Down sink the mice in yielding waters drown'd;
Loud flash the waters, echoing shores resound:
The frogs triumphant tread the conquer'd plain,
And raise their glorious trophies of the slain.

He spake no more; his prudent scheme imparts
Redoubling ardour to the boldest hearts.
Green was the suit his arming heroes chose,
Around their legs the greaves of mallows close;
Green were the beets about their shoulders laid,
And green the colewort which the target made;
Form'd of the varied shells the waters yield,
Their glossy helmets glisten'd o'er the field;
And tapering sea-reeds for the polish'd spear,
With upright order pierce the ambient air:



To such, thy Pallas never grants her aid.
My flowery wreaths they petulantly spoil,
40 And rob my crystal lamps of feeding oil:
(Ills following ills) but what afilicts me more,
My veil that idle race profanely tore.
The web was curious, wrought with art divine;
Relentless wretches! all the work was mine:
Along the loom the purple warp I spread,
Cast the light shoot, and cross'd the silver thread.
In this their teeth a thousand breaches tear:
The thousand breaches skilful hands repair;
For which, vile earthly duns thy daughter grieve:
50 But gods, that use no coin, have none to give;
And learning's goddess never less can owe;
Neglected learning gets no wealth below.
Nor let the frogs to gain my succour sue,
Those clamorous fools have lost my favour too.
For late, when all the conflict ceased at night,
When my stretch'd sinews ach'd with eager fight,
When spent with glorious toil I left the field,
And sunk for slumber on my swelling shield;
Lo from the deep, repelling sweet repose,
60 With noisy croakings half the nation rose:
Devoid of rest, with aching brows I lay,
Till cocks proclaim'd the crimson dawn of day. 130
Let all, like me, from either host forbear,
Nor tempt the flying furies of the spear.
Let heavenly blood (or what for blood may flow)
Adorn the conquest of a nobler foe,
Who, wildly rushing, meet the wondrous odds,
Though gods oppose, and brave the wounded gods.
O'er gilded clouds reclined, the danger view,

70 And be the wars of mortals scenes for you.

Thus dress'd for war, they take the appointed height,|
Poise the long arms, and urge the promised fight.

So moved the blue-eyed queen; her words persuade;

Great Jove assented, and the rest obey'd.



Now front to front the marching armies shine,
80 Halt ere they meet, and form the lengthening line;
The chiefs conspicuons seen, and heard afar,
Give the loud sign to loose the rushing war;
Their dreadful trumpets deep-mouth'd hornets sound,
The sounded charge remurmurs o'er the ground;
Even Jove proclaims a field of horror nigh,
And rolls low thunder through the troubled sky.
First to the fight the large Hypsiboas flew,
And brave Lychenor with a javelin slew;
The luckless warrior fill'd with generous flame,
90 Stood foremost glittering in the post of fame,

But now, where Jove's irradiate spires arise,
With stars surrounded in ethereal skies,
(A solemn council call'd) the brazen gates
Unbar; the gods assume their golden seats:
The sire superior leans, and points to show
What wondrous combats mortals wage below:
How strong, how large, the numerous heroes stride:
What length of lance they shake with warlike pride;
What eager fire their rapid march reveals!
So the fierce Centaurs ravaged o'er the dales;
And so confirm'd the daring Titans rose,
Heap'd hills on hills, and bade the gods be foes.
This seen, the power his sacred visage rears,
He casts a pitying smile on worldly cares,
And asks what heavenly guardians take the list,
Or who the mice, or who the frogs assist?
Then thus to Pallas: If my daughter's mind
Have join'd the mice, why stays she still behind?
Drawn forth by savoury steams, they wind their way,
And sure attendance round thine altar pay,
Where while the victims gratify their taste,
They sport to please the goddess of the feast.

Thus spake the ruler of the spacious skies;
When thus, resolved, the blue-eyed maid replies:

When in his liver struck, the javelin hung;
The mouse fell thundering and the target rung:
Prone to the ground he sinks his closing eye,
And soil'd in dust his lovely tresses lie.
A spear at Pelion, Troglodytes cast,
The missive spear within the bosom past;
Death's sable shades the fainting frog surround,
And life's red tide runs ebbing from the wound.
Embasichytros felt Seutlæus' dart

100 Transfix and quiver in his panting heart!
But great Artophagus avenged the slain,
And big Seutlæus tumbling loads the plain.
And Polyphonus dies, a frog renown'd
For boastful speech, and turbulence of sound;





Deep through the belly pierced, supine he lay,
And breath'd his soul against the face of day.


Hoarse croaking threats precede: with fatal speed Deep through the belly runs the pointed reed, Then, strongly tugg'd, return'd imbrued with gore, 30 And on the pile his reeking entrails bore.

The strong Lymnocharis, who view'd with ire
A victor triumph, and a friend expire,
With heaving arms a rocky fragment caught,
And fiercely flung where Troglodytes fought,
A warrior versed in arts of sure retreat,
Yet arts in vain elude impending fate;
Full on his sinewy neck the fragment fell,
And o'er his eye-lids clouds eternal dwell.
Lychenor (second of the glorious name)
Striding advanced, and took no wandering aim;
Through all the frog the shining javelin flies,
And near the vanquished mouse the victor dies.
The dreadful stroke Crambophagus affrights,
Long bred to banquets, less inured to fights;
Heedless he runs, and stumbles o'er the steep,
And, wildly floundering, flashes up the deep:
Lychenor, following, with a downward blow
Reach'd, in the lake, his unrecover'd foe;
Gasping he rolls, a purple stream of blood
Distains the surface of the silver flood;
Through the wide wound the rushing entrails throng,
And slow the breathless carcass floats along.
Lymnisius good Tyroglyphus assails,

Prince of the mice that haunts the flowery vales;
Lost to the milky fares and rural seat,
He came to perish on the bank of fate.
The dread Pternoglyphus demands the fight,
Which tender Calaminthius shuns by flight,
Drops the green target, springing quits the foe,
Glides through the lake, and safely dives below.
The dire Pternophagus divides his way



The lame Sitophagus, oppress'd with pain,
Creeps from the desperate dangers of the plain: 100
And where the ditches rising weeds supply,
To spread their lowly shades beneath the sky;
There lurks the silent mouse relieved of heat,
And, safe imbower'd, avoids the chance of fate.
But here Troxartes, Physignathus there,
Whirl the dire furies of the pointed spear:
Then where the foot around its ankle plies,
40 Troxartes wounds, and Physignathus flies,
Halts to the pool, a safe retreat to find,
And trails a dangling length of leg behind.
The mouse still urges, still the frog retires,
And half in anguish of the flight expires:
Then pious ardour young Prassæus brings,
Betwixt the fortunes of contending kings:
Lank, harmless frog! with forces hardly grown,
He darts the reed in combats not his own,
Which faintly tinkling on Troxartes' shield,
Hangs at the point, and drops upon the field.
Now nobly towering o'er the rest appears
A gallant prince that far transcends his years,
Pride of his sire, and glory of his house,
And more a Mars in combat than a mouse:
His action bold, robust his ample frame,
And Meridarpax his resounding name.
The warrior singled from the fighting crowd,
Boasts the dire honours of his arms aloud;
Then strutting near the lake, with looks elate,
Threats all its nations with approaching fate.
And such his strength, the silver lakes around
Might roll their waters o'er unpeopled ground. 130
But powerful Jove, who shows no less his grace
To frogs that perish, than to human race,
Felt soft compassion rising in his soul,
And shook his sacred head, that shook the pole.
Then thus to all the gazing powers began,
The sire of gods, and frogs, and mouse, and man:
What seas of blood I view, what worlds of slain!
70 An Iliad rising from a day's campaign!


Through breaking ranks, and leads the dreadful day;
No nibbling prince excell'd in fierceness more;
His parents fed him on the savage boar:

But where his lance the field with blood imbrued,
Swift as he moved Hydrocharis pursued,
'Till fallen in death he lies; a shattering stone
Sounds on his neck, and crushes all the bone;
His blood pollutes the verdure of the plain,
And from his nostrils bursts the gushing brain.
Lychophinax with Borbocates fights,

A blameless frog, whom humbler life delights;
The fatal javelin unrelenting flies,

And darkness seals the gentle croaker's eyes.
Incensed Prassophagus, with sprightly bound,
Bears Cnissodioctes off the rising ground;
Then drags him o'er the lake, deprived of breath,
And downward plunging, sinks his soul to death.
But now the great Psycarpax shines afar
(Scarce he so great whose loss provoked the war,)
Swift to revenge his fatal javelin fled,
And through the liver struck Pelusius dead;
His freckled corse before the victor fell,
His soul indignant sought the shades of hell.
This saw Pelobates, and from the flood
Lifts with both hands a monstrous mass of mud;
The cloud obscene o'er all the warrior flies,
Dishonours his brown face, and blots his eyes.
Enraged, and wildly sputtering from the shore,
A stone immense of size the warrior bore;
A load for labouring earth, whose bulk to raise,
Asks ten degenerate mice of modern days:
Full to the leg arrives the crushing wound;
The frog supportless writhes upon the ground.
Thus flush'd, the victor wars with matchless force,
"Till loud Craugasides arrests his course :

How fierce his javelin, o'er the trembling lakes,
The black furr'd hero, Meridarpax, shakes!
Unless some favouring deity descend,
Soon will the frogs' loquacious empire end.
Let dreadful Pallas wing'd with pity fly,
And make her ægis blaze before his eye:
While Mars, refulgent on his rattling car,
Arrests his raging rival of the war.

He ceased, reclining with attentive head;
80 When thus the glorious god of combats said:
Nor Pallas, Jove! though Pallas take the field,
With all the terrors of her hissing shield;
Nor Mars himself, though Mars in armour bright
Ascend his car, and wheel amidst the fight;
Not these can drive the desperate mouse afar,
And change the fortunes of the bleeding war.
Let all go forth, all heaven in arms arise;
Or launch thy own red thunder from the skies;
Such ardent bolts as flew that wondrous day,

90 When heaps of Titans mix'd with mountains lay;
When all the giant race enormous fell;
And huge Enceladus was hurl'd to hell.

'Twas thus th' armipotent advis'd the gods, When from his throne the cloud-compeller nods;





Deep lengthening thunders run from pole to pole,

Olympus trembles as the thunders roll.

Then swift he whirls the brandish'd bolt around,
And headlong darts it at the distant ground;
The bolt discharg'd, inwrap'd with lightning flies,
And rends its flaming passage through the skies:
Then earth's inhabitants, the nibblers, shake;
And frogs, the dwellers in the waters, quake.
Yet still the mice advance their dread design,
And the last danger threats the croaking line;
Till Jove, that inly mourn'd the loss they bore,
With strange assistance fill'd the frighted shore.
Pour'd from the neighbouring strand, deform'd to

They march, a sudden unexpected crew.

Strong suits of armour round their bodies close,
Which like thick anvils blunt the force of blows;
In wheeling marches turn'd, oblique they go;
With harpy claws their limbs divide below:
Fell sheers the passage to the mouth command;
From out the flesh the bones by nature stand




Broad spread their backs, their shining shoulders rise,
Unnumber'd joints distort their lengthen'd thighs';
With nervous cords their hands are firmly brac'd,
Their round black eye-balls in their bosom plac'd;
On eight long feet the wondrous warriors tread,
And either end alike supplies a head.
These to call crabs mere mortal wits agree;
But gods have other names for things than we.
Now, where the jointures from their loms depend,
The heroes' tails with severing grasp they rend.
Here short of feet, depriv'd the power to fly;
There, without hands, upon the field they lie.
Wrench'd from their holds, and scatter'd all around,
The blended lances heap the cumber'd ground.
Helpless amazement, fear pursuing fear,
And mad confusion through their host appear:
O'er the wild waste with headlong flight they go 200
Or creep conceal'd in vaulted holes below.

But down Olympus to the western seas,
Far-shooting Phoebus drove with fainter rays;
And a whole war (so Jove ordain'd) begun,
Was fought, and ceas'd, in one revolving sun.



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