The Battell betweene
Ne there he thought to leave him in sad plight,
But with a javelin would have rest his life,
Had not Craugasides, that croaking wight,
Whose chiefest pleasure is in brawling strife,
Kept off the blow, and with a sudden push,
Thrust through the Mouce his belly with a rush,
Vpon the ground his bowels gushed forth:
"Thus di'de this martial hart, & Mouce of worth.
But with a javelin would have rest his life,
Had not Craugasides, that croaking wight,
Whose chiefest pleasure is in brawling strife,
Kept off the blow, and with a sudden push,
Thrust through the Mouce his belly with a rush,
Vpon the ground his bowels gushed forth:
"Thus di'de this martial hart, & Mouce of worth.
Which when Eat-corne Sitophagus espide,
That erst was maymed of two legs in fight,
Washing his wounds along the water side,
And sore amazed at this rufull sight,
He dared not adventure forth againe
Into the field, for feare he should be slaine:
But leapt into the strong entrenched fort,
Where he received was in joyfull sort.
That erst was maymed of two legs in fight,
Washing his wounds along the water side,
And sore amazed at this rufull sight,
He dared not adventure forth againe
Into the field, for feare he should be slaine:
But leapt into the strong entrenched fort,
Where he received was in joyfull sort.
Nethlesse the warlike troopes of eyther band,
Persisted still with courage in the field,
Great store lye slaine upon the drenched sand,
Yet not, for thy, a souldier seemes to yeeld:
"Now fury roares, ire threats, & woe complains,
"One weepes, another cryes, he sighes for paines.
"The hosts both clad in bloud, in dust and myre,
"Had chang'd their cheare, their pride, their rich attire.
Persisted still with courage in the field,
Great store lye slaine upon the drenched sand,
Yet not, for thy, a souldier seemes to yeeld:
"Now fury roares, ire threats, & woe complains,
"One weepes, another cryes, he sighes for paines.
"The hosts both clad in bloud, in dust and myre,
"Had chang'd their cheare, their pride, their rich attire.
Thus
