Frogs and Mice.
"[1]Great are the cares attend upon a throne,
"And most misfortunes sit in Cæsars lap:
Then who so wretched as poore I alone,
Predestinate to nothing but mishap?
Once happy in three children borne to me,
As pretty Mice as ever man did see.
But Fortune glad to triumph in my woe,
Hath brought my sorrow with their overthrow.
"And most misfortunes sit in Cæsars lap:
Then who so wretched as poore I alone,
Predestinate to nothing but mishap?
Once happy in three children borne to me,
As pretty Mice as ever man did see.
But Fortune glad to triumph in my woe,
Hath brought my sorrow with their overthrow.
For first, the eldest scarce was two months old,
When playing like a wanton up and downe,
A griesly Cat the young Mouce did behold,
And quickly caught him by the tender crowne.
Betweene whose cruell jawes my sonne did die,
Without remorse devoured traytrously.
A Stygian Butcher, knowne unto you all,
Whose teeth asunder teare both great and small.
When playing like a wanton up and downe,
A griesly Cat the young Mouce did behold,
And quickly caught him by the tender crowne.
Betweene whose cruell jawes my sonne did die,
Without remorse devoured traytrously.
A Stygian Butcher, knowne unto you all,
Whose teeth asunder teare both great and small.
My sonne next him, a little noble Mouce,
Too ventrous for to live (O griefe to tell!)
Hunting for food within a Farmers house,
[2]Into an engyne made of wood he fell,
Invented by mans art and policie,
To crush and murther all our Progenie:
There (loving Subjects) dy'de my second childe,
With rigour massacred, with craft beguild.
Too ventrous for to live (O griefe to tell!)
Hunting for food within a Farmers house,
[2]Into an engyne made of wood he fell,
Invented by mans art and policie,
To crush and murther all our Progenie:
There (loving Subjects) dy'de my second childe,
With rigour massacred, with craft beguild.
And
