PHYSIGNATHUS, one who fwells his cheeks. PELUS, a name from mud. HYDROMEDUSE, a ruier in the waters. HYPSIBOAS, a loud bauler. PELION, from mud. SCUTLAUS, called from the bees. POLYPHONUS, a great babler. LYMNOCHARIS, one who loves the lake. CRAMBOPHAGUS, a cabbage-eater. LYMNISIUS, called from the lake. CALAMINTHIUS, from the herb. HYDROCARIS, who loves the water. BORBOROCATES, who lies in the mud. PRASSOPHAGUS, an eater of garlick. PELOBATES, who walks in the dirt. PRESSEUS, called from garlick. CRAUGASIDES, from croaking. NAMES of the MICE. PSYCARPAX, one who plunders granaries. TROXARTAS, a bread-eater. LYCHOMILE, a licker of meal. PTERNOTRACTAS, a bacon-eater. LYCHOPYNAX, a licker of difhes. EMBASICHYTROS, a creeper into pots. LYCHENOR, a name for licking. TROGLODYTES, one who runs into holes. ARTOPHAGUS, who feeds on bread. TYROGLYPHUS, a cheese-scooper. PTERNOGLYPHUS, a bacon-fcooper. PTERNOPHAGUS, a bacon-eater. CNISSODIOCTES, one who follows the fteam of kitchens. SITOPHAGUS, an eater of wheat. MERIDARPAX, one who plunders his share. HOME R's BATTLE OF THE FROGS, &c. воок I. To fill my rifing fong with sacred fire, Ye tuneful Nine, ye fweet celeftial quire! From Helicon's imbowering height repair, Attend my labours, and reward my prayer ; The dreadful toils of raging Mars I write, The fprings of conteft, and the fields of fight; How threatening Mice advanc'd with warlike grace, And wag'd dire combats with the croaking race. Not louder tumults fhook Olympus' towers, When earth-born giants dar'd immortal powers. Thefe equal acts an equal glory claim, And thus the Muse records the tale of fame. Once on a time, fatigued and out of breath, And just escap'd the stretching claws of death, A gentle Moufe, whom cats pursued in vain, Fled fwift of foot across the neighbouring plain, Hung o'er a brink, his eager thirst to cool, And dipp'd his whiskers in the ftanding pool; When near a courteous Frog advanc'd his head, And from the waters, hoarfe-refounding, said, What art thou, ftranger? what the line you boaft? What chance has caft thee panting on our coast? With ftricteft truth let all thy words agree, Where, by the nuptial bank that paints his fide, The swift Eridanus delights to glide. Thee too, thy form, thy ftrength, and port, proclaim A fcepter'd king; a fon of martial fame; Then trace thy line, and aid my guessing eyes. Thus ceas'd the Frog, and thus the Mouse replies. Known to the gods, the men, the birds that fly With figs, with nuts, with vary'd dainties fed. In vain the circled loaves attempt to lye Mix'd with the bravest, and unknown to flight, Yet have we foes which direful dangers caufe, |