The Battell betweene
But bold Hydrocharis, that loves the flood,
Famous for deeds of armes, would never flie,
The furious Mouce this peerelesse Frog withstood,
Nor would he shun a foot though he should die:
Lately Pternophagon this gallant killed,
Which oft with Bacon hath his belly filled:
Now with a stone, Pternoglyphus he slew,
Whose cloddred brains the crimson field imbrew.
Famous for deeds of armes, would never flie,
The furious Mouce this peerelesse Frog withstood,
Nor would he shun a foot though he should die:
Lately Pternophagon this gallant killed,
Which oft with Bacon hath his belly filled:
Now with a stone, Pternoglyphus he slew,
Whose cloddred brains the crimson field imbrew.
Lichopinax, which first told to the king
The balefull newes of his sonnes tragedy,
At Borborocætes did his darts still fling:
A valiant Frog, though in the durt he lye.
Prostrate he fell upon the sandy ground,
The Mouces dart had made a mortall wound:
Whereat pale death sent forth his fainting sprite,
To sleepe in darkenesse and eternall night.
The balefull newes of his sonnes tragedy,
At Borborocætes did his darts still fling:
A valiant Frog, though in the durt he lye.
Prostrate he fell upon the sandy ground,
The Mouces dart had made a mortall wound:
Whereat pale death sent forth his fainting sprite,
To sleepe in darkenesse and eternall night.
When this the Frog Prassophagus beheld,
Eat-Leeke Prassophagus, swift as the Hynde,
He ranne with mighty stowre along the field,
And taking Cuissodioctes neat behind,
From off his feet the little Mouce he flung,
Into the streaming current all along,
Nor there he left him, till with raging mood
He had his foe estrangled in the flood.
Eat-Leeke Prassophagus, swift as the Hynde,
He ranne with mighty stowre along the field,
And taking Cuissodioctes neat behind,
From off his feet the little Mouce he flung,
Into the streaming current all along,
Nor there he left him, till with raging mood
He had his foe estrangled in the flood.
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