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The Battell betweene
Well thou perceiv'dst my valour and my might,
My worth, my courage, and agilitie,
Which like a dastard and faint-hearted wight,
At unawares hast wrought my tragedie.
By craft I dye in water, though on land
Thou durst not once attempt it with thy hand:
But God, whose dwelling is the starres among,
He knowes thy craft, & will revenge my wrong.

[1]The Mice, brave Mice, stern soldiers of stout Mars,
In troopes shall march against thy damned crue,
And shall pursue thee with such bloudy wars,
That Frogs unborne yet shall have cause to rue.
Such balefull stratagems that day shall be,
As never cursed traytrous Frog did see:
"For ne're shall murder unrevenged boast,
And with those words he yeelded up the ghost.

Lichopinax Lick-trencher, of great blood,
Sitting upon the grassie waters side,
Saw when the Mouce was drowned in the flood:
"For murther by some chance will be espide;
And greatly weeping for the Princes fall,
Amayne he posteth to the Kings neate hall;
Where, to his Grace sitting with Lords of state,
He tels with griefe his sonnes unhappy fate.

  1. Interdum Lachrymæ pondera vocis habent.

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