The Battell betweene
Boldly the Frog doth launch out from the brim,
Into the current of the water cleare:
The Mouce rejoycing for to see him swim,
Vpon his backe like [1]Neptune doth appeare,
When mounted on a Dolphin in his pride,
Vpon the tossing billowes he doth ride:
Or like the Sunne, clad in his morning weeds,
Drawne in his fiery waggon by his Steeds:
Into the current of the water cleare:
The Mouce rejoycing for to see him swim,
Vpon his backe like [1]Neptune doth appeare,
When mounted on a Dolphin in his pride,
Vpon the tossing billowes he doth ride:
Or like the Sunne, clad in his morning weeds,
Drawne in his fiery waggon by his Steeds:
[2]With so great port and prinely majesty
The little Mouce upon the Frog did stand,
Proudly triumphing while the shore was nye,
And that he could at pleasure skip to land.
Such great delights in water he did see,
Welneere he could desire a Frog to be.
"But as no state can stable stand for aye:
"So every pleasure hath his ending day.
The little Mouce upon the Frog did stand,
Proudly triumphing while the shore was nye,
And that he could at pleasure skip to land.
Such great delights in water he did see,
Welneere he could desire a Frog to be.
"But as no state can stable stand for aye:
"So every pleasure hath his ending day.
For when he saw the surging billowes rise,
And on a sudden fall as low as hell,
Such store of teares did trickle from his eyes,
That their abundance made the water swell.
And now the waves bedash him more and more,
Tossing his corpes amid their watry store,
With griefe he wrings his hands, & teares his skin:
Such wofull plight, pale feare had put him in.
And on a sudden fall as low as hell,
Such store of teares did trickle from his eyes,
That their abundance made the water swell.
And now the waves bedash him more and more,
Tossing his corpes amid their watry store,
With griefe he wrings his hands, & teares his skin:
Such wofull plight, pale feare had put him in.
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