Half-drench'd in liquid Death his Pray'rs he spake, And thus bemoan'd him from the dreadful Lake. So pafs'd Europa thro' the rapid Sea, Ah fafe at laft! may thus the Frog support As thus he forrows, Death ambiguous grows, Lo! from the deep a Water-Hydra rofe; He rolls his fanguin'd Eyes, his Bosom heaves, And darts with active Rage along the Waves. Confus'd, the Monarch fees his hiffing Foc, And dives to fhun the fable Fates below, Forgetful Frog! The Friend thy Shoulders bore, Unskill'd in Swimming, floats remote from Shore. He He grafps with fruitless Hands to find Relief, Supinely falls, and grinds his Teeth with Grief, Plunging he finks, and struggling mounts again, And finks, and strives, but strives with Fate in vain. The weighty Moisture clogs his hairy Veft, And thus the Prince his dying Rage expreft. As from hardRocks rebounds the shatt'ring Wrack, This faid, he fighing gafp'd, and gafping dy'd. His Death the young Lychopinax elpy'd, As on the flow'ry Brink he pass'd the Day, .repeat; The nibbling Nation learn their Heroe's Fate: Where great Troxartas crown'd in Glory reigns, Plains; Pfycarpax Father, Father now no more! For poor Pfycarpax lies remote from Shore; And no kind Billow wafts the Dead to Land! T HOME R's BATTEL of the FROGS, &c. W ВООК II. HEN rofy-finger'd Morn had ting'd the Around their Monarch-Moufe the Nation crouds, For For loft Pfycarpax much my Soul endures, 'Tis mine the private Grief, the publick, yours. Three warlike Sons adorn'd my nuptial Bed, Three Sons, alas, before their Father dead! His Words in ev'ry Breaft infpir'd Alarms, And careful Mars_fupply'd their Hoft with Arms. |