or the Battle of the FROGS and MICE.
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Troxartes bade Psicharpax be my Name:But fair Lichomyle, my Mother, springs From Pternotroctes, once a King of Kings. Nought for their Best-belov'd they deem'd too good; Figs, Nuts, and Sweet-meats were my daily Food. But since thy Nature differs so from mine, How can I ever be a Friend of thine? Thou in the Waters, I on Earth must live, And share with Men what they refuse to give. Mine is their finest Bread, their Tarts are mine, I eat their Cheeses, and I drink their Wine; In vain from me, conceal'd, their Bacon lies; In vain their butter'd Buns and sugar'd Pies; In vain their whitest Tripe and honey'd Cake, And ev'ry luscious Bit the skilful Cook can make. Nor am I startled, at its dire Alarms, When Batttle bids me sheath my Limbs in Arms; But forth I rush, unconscious then of Fear, And with the foremost, flames my shining Spear; Puss and the Hawk my Soul alike abhors; Against our Kind they wage eternal Wars.
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