Frogs and Mice.
And yet seeme not to scorne our rushy chayre,
Because your belly-pleasures doe abound:
With our delights no solace may compare,
That can among poore starved Mice be found.
Vpon the land we dance and sport our sill,
In water bathe our limmes (so Jove doth will)
[1]Our cates are consonant unto our state,
Not mixt with poyson or deceitfull bayt.
Because your belly-pleasures doe abound:
With our delights no solace may compare,
That can among poore starved Mice be found.
Vpon the land we dance and sport our sill,
In water bathe our limmes (so Jove doth will)
[1]Our cates are consonant unto our state,
Not mixt with poyson or deceitfull bayt.
And if the knowledge of the truth did move,
Or breed in thee a liking and delight,
Like to the radiant sonne of mighty Jove,
When riding in his Carre he gives us light,
I to my palace will thee safely bring,
Sitting upon the shoulders of a king:
[2]Leape on my neck, feare not the running maine,
I beare thee hence, I bring thee backe againe.
Or breed in thee a liking and delight,
Like to the radiant sonne of mighty Jove,
When riding in his Carre he gives us light,
I to my palace will thee safely bring,
Sitting upon the shoulders of a king:
[2]Leape on my neck, feare not the running maine,
I beare thee hence, I bring thee backe againe.
He had no sooner said, but bending downe
His back; "though rare it is to see Kings bow;
The lieger Mouce, lighter then thistle downe,
And swift as winde, which from the East doth blow,
Vpon his shoulders nimbly leaps in hast,
And vaulting to his neck, doth there hold fast,
Proud of his stately Porter, as he might:
"For whom Kings beare, they may be proud by right.
His back; "though rare it is to see Kings bow;
The lieger Mouce, lighter then thistle downe,
And swift as winde, which from the East doth blow,
Vpon his shoulders nimbly leaps in hast,
And vaulting to his neck, doth there hold fast,
Proud of his stately Porter, as he might:
"For whom Kings beare, they may be proud by right.
Boldly
