The Battell betweene
For thus he sighing said, The gentle [1]Bull
Which Ovid doth applaud for knavery,
Did not convay to Creete his pretty trull
Vpon his necke with so great bravery,
As King of Frogs doth beare the gallant Mouce
To see the pompe and pleasure of his house,
Plunging his limmes amid the water cleare,
Such confidence to swimming he doth beare.
Which Ovid doth applaud for knavery,
Did not convay to Creete his pretty trull
Vpon his necke with so great bravery,
As King of Frogs doth beare the gallant Mouce
To see the pompe and pleasure of his house,
Plunging his limmes amid the water cleare,
Such confidence to swimming he doth beare.
He this no sooner said, but sudden feare
Did stop the passage of his further prate:
For loe, a water-Serpent did appeare,
A hellish torment to the Frogs estate,
Which cutting through the running streame that way,
Winding himselfe to finde some floting prey,
The Frog espide: "What cannot feare descry,
"Which joyn'd with care, prevents sad destiny?
Did stop the passage of his further prate:
For loe, a water-Serpent did appeare,
A hellish torment to the Frogs estate,
Which cutting through the running streame that way,
Winding himselfe to finde some floting prey,
The Frog espide: "What cannot feare descry,
"Which joyn'd with care, prevents sad destiny?
For he no sooner did the Snake behold,
Gaping like [2]Cerberus three-headed dog,
Ruffling his scaly neck which shone like gold,
But into water dives the wily Frog.
Leaving the Mouce his friend, in sad lament,
Set forth to danger, death, and dire event:
"For he which makes a friend of every stranger,
"Discards him not againe without some danger.
Gaping like [2]Cerberus three-headed dog,
Ruffling his scaly neck which shone like gold,
But into water dives the wily Frog.
Leaving the Mouce his friend, in sad lament,
Set forth to danger, death, and dire event:
"For he which makes a friend of every stranger,
"Discards him not againe without some danger.
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