Page:Homer in a Nutshell, or, His War Between the Frogs and the Mice - Parker (1700).djvu/12

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Then, with Submission, what your Highness croaks,
Tho' kindly meant, appears a Paradox;
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$That you, a Frog, and I shou'd correspond:
For how shou'd Frogs of Inland Mice grow fond?
Or We converse with Sprawlers of the Pond?
A most absurd Alliance 'tis we wish,
You cannot live in Meal, nor I with Fish.
Man's Meat is mine, and of each sort the best,
Rich Soops, Ragous, and Hashes nicely drest:
Your Marmalets, your candy'd Peels I love,
The Ladies and my Self are Hand and Glove.
Sated with Kickshaws I the Gentry quit,
To tast below, for change, a coarser Bit.
Cream-cheese, cold Capon, Ven'son-Pasty, Chine,
Just so the Gods themselves wou'd like to Dine;
For let Romantick Fools chant what they please,
Ambrosia's e'en Poor Jack compar'd to these.
What skill in Arms and Courage I've exprest,
The Foe that felt their Force can tell you best.
Mounting a Mole, soon as the Charge we hear,
I still the foremost of our Troops appear.
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$Death undismay'd in twenty Forms I meet,
And by my bold Example still defeat
Our Army's Flight, and all th' Invader's Heat.
Nor Butlers me nor Bumkins can surprize;
My Courage bears proportion to their Size.
Or if my turgid Nerves shou'd chance to fail,
My vengeful Politicks, be sure, prevail.
Does Cook-maid spy me mumping a Recruit,
And with a Woman's Fury persecute?

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