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Poems on Several Occasions

by Samuel Wesley. The Second Edition, with Additions
 
 

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THE ILIAD in a Nutshell:
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


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THE ILIAD in a Nutshell:

OR HOMER's BATTLE OF THE FROGS and MICE.

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Illustrated with NOTES.

------ Age, quæso,
Tu nihil in magno doctus reprêndis Homero?
Hor.
These are the Divine Boldnesses, which in their very Nature provoke Ignorance and Short-sightedness to shew themselves. Pope's Notes.
I will not only shew the Feats they do,
But give you all their Reasons for 'em too.
Prologue to the Rehearsal.

217

To the Right Honourable James, L.d Viscount Limerick.

219

I

Your Aid , Ye Heav'n-born Muses , hither bring,
Who sung the wandring Greek and Ilium's Wars,
Hard Argument for mortal Bard I sing,
The Sport tumultuous of Revenger Mars .
How Mice renown'd with Frogs a War maintain'd,
For Fame, for Vengeance, and for Empire strove,
While each Side sternly sought, yet neither gain'd
The hard-fought Field: Mean-time Sky-ruling Jove
In equal Balance pois'd their Fortunes long;
Dire Arms, and Wounds, and Deaths shall fill the advent'rous Song.

220

II

Scap'd from Grimalkin's cruel rending Claws,
A thirsty Mouse sought the refreshing Flood;
His Whiskers, downy Beard, and weary Paws,
With liquid Sweet delighted, he bedew'd.
Him thus accosts a native of the Streams,
O Thou from foreign Realms arriving here,
With Truth, for Truth the Virtuous well beseems,
Thy Name, thy Nation, and thy Rank declare;
My destin'd Guest, if Thee I haply see,
A Guest for Monarchs fit, and not unworthy Me.

III

Me to Great Peleus, on the Banks of Po ,
The fair Hydromedusa joyful bore;
Me for their Lord these watry Regions know,
And slime-born Frogs revere my dreaded Pow'r;
Physignathus my Name, resounded far.
Thee too, when at near Approach I view'd,
Those Arms uncouth, and Limbs design'd for War,
The Prince, the Stranger, and the Warriour shew'd:

221

Thy Person speaks thee Great, 'tis regal all,
Thy Port and Mein august, thy Stature comely tall .

IV

The Stranger answ'ring spake, Psicharpax I,
To Gods and Men throughout the world am known,
Where-e'er or Foot can tread, or Wing can fly.
And is my Name unheard by Thee alone?
By either Parent I of Monarchs spring;
Divine Troxartes is my Royal Sire,
Leichomyle the Daughter of a King
Maternal Honour claims—
Unparallel'd for wondrous Beauty she,
Matchless for scepter'd Rule and wide Dominion He.

V

But since on solid Land I place my Bliss,
Since Thou in Lakes or Marshes dost remain,
Can Friendship spring, where Likeness none there is?
Likeness, the surest Link of Friendship's Chain.
Rich Meats my nicely-judging Palate please,
And Boards where choicest Delicates abound;
The creamy Curd, the roughly-coated Cheese,
The well-fill'd Salver, beautifully round:

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Delights of Man, and honey'd Cakes I love,
Ambrosial honey'd Cakes, Food for Saturnian Jove.

VI

What Man's inventive Luxury could find,
Have I unbought by Gold or Sweat enjoy'd;
Nor yet could Pleasure's Charms unnerve my Mind,
In Acts of famous Chivalry employ'd:
When 'gainst my Foemen I advance my Spear
Opposing to their Ranks my sev'nfold Shield,
I teach the Victor Warrior how to fear,
And hardy Vet'rans to my Prowess yeild;
Nor shun I deadly Danger's glorious Sight,
Highest in Pow'r and Rule, and foremost in the Fight.

VII

Not Man himself, not Giant Man I dread,
But frequent to his Couch undaunted creep;
Insult triumphant o'er his pillow'd Head,
Assail his Hands, and interrupt his Sleep.
By Force unaided, he by secret Train
To work my Fate, his wily Engine bends;
Where profer'd Banquet covers certain Bane,
And Death insidious from a Wire depends.
My Steps with hostile Ken Grimalkin eyes;
At me, with Talons arm'd, the Bird of Pallas flies.

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VIII

Grimalkin most, so Jove ordains, I fear,
Of Elimouser fierce the fiercer Son;
Whose Malice ever watchful, ever near,
Retir'd to chinky Labyrinths, I shun:
Impervious Creeks secure Retreat afford.
Your foreign Fare incurious I despise,
The wat'ry Radish, and th' insipid Gourd,
And tasteless Greens, which Frogs amphibious prize;
Danger might Change ensue; my present State
Unenvy'd let me keep, nor envy Others' Fate.

IX

Physignathus half smiling, soft reply'd,
Thy Princely Virtues thou hast largely told,
Thou seem'st in Meats to place peculiar Pride,
Land-bred, despising what the Waters hold.
Amphibious Frogs can greater Wonders show.
If now thou list a Journey new t' assay,
Countries remote and Manners strange to know,
Past without Peril is the wat'ry Way,
Plac'd on my Back, Thou may'st securely ride,
While I with skilful Strokes dispart the yielding Tide.

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X

He spoke; his Shoulders low the Monarch bends,
Psicharpax, clasping close his slimy Neck,
The profer'd Seat light-vaulting soon ascends,
And rides triumphant o'er the Subject Lake.
While yet the Banks, receding by degrees,
Not quite conceal'd in rising Waters lay,
The Swimmer's Guise uncouth well-pleas'd he sees,
Whose Art and Strength united win his way.
High o'er the swelling Waves his Limbs were spread,
Floated his Bosom prone, upheav'd his dewy Head.

XI

Soon as his native Land appear'd no more,
The trembling Mouse shook with unwonted Fears:
It booted nought his Rashness to deplore,
Or shed with ill-tim'd Grief repentant Tears:
With strictest Gripe he clings, with shrilling Plaints
Lamenting loud, the distant Shores he fills;
His Fear-sick Heart with Throbs unusual pants,
Approaching Death his Soul with Horror thrills.
To Gods supreme he sends his suppliant Pray'r,
Whose unavailing Sounds are 'sperst in idle Air.

225

XII

As erst Europa, on Phænicia's Strand,
Was mounted sportive on Saturnian Jove;
When swift th' enamour'd Bull forsook the Land,
Bearing to distant Crete his Freight of Love:
She wail'd her Country lost, nor hop'd Return,
For instant Death the rising Surges threat;
With trembling Hand she grasp'd his bending Horn,
High from the Waves she shrunk her quiv'ring Feet;
Shrieking unheard; nor Object meets her Eyes,
Save broad and boundless Seas, and wide expanded Skies.

XIII

So far'd the Prince whom o'er th' extended Lake
Lightfoot Pelides on his Shoulders bear,
When lo! tremendous Sight! a crested Snake,
Whose blood-shot Eyes glar'd terrible from far,
Erect, with Scales of Gold his Bosom glow'd,
While far behind his waving Wreaths extend;
The Frog, unmindful of his Godlike Load,
Deserts dismay'd his newly-chosen Friend,

226

His destin'd Guest; to shun th' unequal Foe,
Dives sudden to the Deep, and swims secure below.

XIV

Lost in a Wild of Waves the Mouse divine ,
Deserted, helpless, comfortless, forlorn,
Now headlong sinks, emerges now supine,
And spurns th' unsolid Wave, a while up-born.
Vain strugling, his enfeebled Strength impairs,
Striving t' avoid inevitable Fate:
But as his Force grows less, his moisten'd Hairs
His Limbs o'erburthen with rodoubled Weight.
Yet e'er the flitting Life her hold forsook,
Oft rising, sinking oft, these winged Words he spoke.

XV

Shalt Thou Physignathus, Psicharpax slay,
Whom Thou in equal Field durst never face;
Thy more than Match in ev'ry Martial Play,
In Grapling stronger, fleeter for the Race?
My Death, Pelides may repent too late,
If injur'd Themis hear my dying Cries;
In Arms my Subjects may revenge my Fate,
For Thunder-loving Jove has righteous Eyes:
Then Thou— Th' Abyss his sinking Trunk receives,
His haughty Soul out-breath'd her Corse reluctant leaves.

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XVI

Nigh the Lake's Marge a Mouse there haply stood
Leichopinax , held by Psicharpax dear,
The Prince's Cries re-ecchoing from the Flood,
With well-known Sounds pierc'd his attentive Ear.
Abundant Tears he shed, and mad with Grief
Howl'd dire, but silenc'd with redounding Sighs,
In hopes of Vengance plac'd his sole Relief;
Quick to Troxartes King of Mice he flies,
The unwelcome News impatient to relate,
The Frog's unkingly Crime, and young Psicharpax's Fate.

XVII

Rage fir'd the King, tho' now the Ev'ning Sun
Hasted declining to his Western Home,
Yet swift as Thought the sweet-voic'd Heralds run,
The Peers to summon to Troxartes' Dome.
Soon as the rosy-finger'd Morn appear'd
To Gods immortal, and to mortal Man;
Up from his Couch divine Troxartes rear'd,
(His Nobles met) the great Consult began:
Paternal Care lour'd in his clouded Look,
While to th' Assembly thus th' up-rising Monarch spoke.

XVIII

Ye Mice belov'd, Lords, Nobles, Barons, Peers,
Slain is the Heir of our Imperial Throne;
War unprovok'd, the Publick justly fears,
Tho' yet the War is fall'n on Me alone:

228

Three Sons, of nuptial Joys the Pledges dear,
From me their luckless Father have been rent
By Stars adverse: My first and eldest Care,
In Flow'r of Years, on youthful Play intent,
Whilst he his Cave incautious did forego,
By stern Grimalkin fell, our never-sated Foe.

XIX

The next had liv'd, had not inhuman Man
With novel Art hatch'd an accurst Device;
The treach'rous Door afforded Entrance plain,
Avoidless Ruin to believing Mice,
By Men a Mouse-trap nam'd: This Engine dire,
My second Hope from Life and Empire tore;
Heedless he touch'd a latent magick Wire,
Down fell self-clos'd th' irrevocable Door:
Imprison'd sure, when least suspecting Guile,
Dying he found too late th' inhospitable Wile.

XX

Psicharpax, well-lov'd Prince, did yet remain,
To Me, and to his fondling Mother dear,
Whom late Pelides King of Frogs has slain,
Nor Funeral Wailings can attend his Bier.
War, War at once, let all our Realms declare,
If Wrongs provoke, or Thirst of Vengence warms;
Instant our Swords and Lances we prepare,
Our Limbs adorning bright in temper'd Arms,

229

He spoke; the Mice obey their King's Commands,
Rage swell'd their glowing Breasts, and arm'd their mighty Hands.

XXI

From azure Heav'n alights destroying Mart,
Who Wars and Blood his savage pleasure made
T' equip the Mice; and calls the needful Art
Of Vulcan, Lemnian Limper, to his Aid:
Blacksmith divine! vast Strokes on Anvils beat,
His Task incessant huge Pyracmon plies;
Whole Lemnos glows, 'till now the Work compleat,
Thick groves of polish'd Needles bright arise:
Needles, that warlike Lances represent,
Needles, the brazen Gift of Mars armipotent.

XXII

Led by the God through Midnight's blackest Gloom,
The Warrior Mice, a bold Excursion make;

230

The Stalks of Beans, now past their flow'ry Bloom,
Gnawn sheer for Greaves th' audacious Spoilers take;
Squadrons well-booted! Lo, a nobler Prey
The Trunk of Elimouser spread the Land:
Home they with toil the spacious Hide convey,
Which Tychius, Prince of Leather-dressers, tann'd:
A Mouse far-fam'd; this for their Shields they bore,
As erst Nemean Spoils renown'd Alcides wore.

XXIII

Strong Nutshels Casks of Proof their Temples guard,
Nodded their Crests of Elimouser's Hair.
And now the valiant Mice for Fight prepar'd,
Thick-thronging, rush by thousands to the War.
So from an hollow'd Rock, at Spring's Return,
The Bees their swarming Nations endless pour,
Which here by Winds disperst aloft are borne,
Their fall in Clusters on the vernal Flow'r.
A dreadful Gleam their polish'd Needles yield,
And auburn Nutshel Helms imbrown the verdant field.

XXIV

Of hostile Armies rais'd and Dangers near,
Fame to the Frogs the direful Tidings bore;
Physignathus, appall'd with guilty Fear,
Summon'd his watry Legions to the Shore,
To learn the dreaded Truth; th' imperial Tent
Is rais'd on Land, the slimy Nobles meet,

231

Council august! when by Troxartes sent
Enter'd the Camp, Embasichytrus great.
Grac'd with a Herald's Crown, a gallant Mouse,
More than his Sire renown'd, his Sire Tyroglyphus.

XXV

Intent and silent stood the Lake-born Bands.
Ye Frogs amphibious, dauntless he began,
Divine Troxartes King of Mice demands
Impartial Vengeance for his murder'd Son:
Whom late seduc'd by some deceitful Train
From Land, where subject Mice might help or hear,
Light-foot Pelides King of Frogs has slain,
Nor Funeral Wailings can attend his Bier:
Or yield to Death deserv'd your guilty Guide,
Or proffer'd War accept; accept, and be defy'd.

XXVI

This spoke, retir'd Embasichytrus bold,
The Watry Nation trembled at his Threat:

232

When strait t' inflame anew their Courage cold,
Light-foot Pelides started from his Seat:
No! by this Scepter's sacred Wood I swear,
Hereditary Pledge of Royal Pow'r,
Which dying Peleus gave to Me his Heir,
Which erst our great Progenitors had bore,
Through Centuries of Years deliver'd down
From Hydrocætes old, first Founder of our Throne.

XXVII

Slain by himself , the Princely Mouse expir'd,
Nor fell untimely by Your Monarch's Crime;
But near the Lake, while envious he admir'd
How youthful Tadpoles wanton'd in their Prime,
Steer'd by their Strength of Tail, like them he sought
To swim, which Nature has to Mice deny'd;
Presumptious Reptile! soon th' audacious Thought
Dear-rueing overwhelm'd in Waves he dy'd.
Nor War, nor Vengeance to his Ghost is due,
Like Fate should all expect, who dare to rival You.

XXVIII

Like Fate let all the treach'rous Lineage end,
If prudent Frogs my timely Counsel take,

233

Rang'd on the Bank their Onset to attend,
Where the steep Brow hangs pendent o'er the Lake;
His adverse Mouse each by the Helmet seize,
And sudden grappling cast him headlong down;
Safe will we leap the wonted Precipice
At once, and diving deep their Army drown,
Oppress'd with weighty Mail, to swim unskill'd:
So shall we win with ease an uncontested Field.

XXIX

Laden with Spoils, victorious will we raise
A glorious Trophy for a Nation slain.
He spoke; the shouting Frogs their Monarch praise,
Pitch'd on the Bank, determin'd to remain;
Forth from the Waves the num'rous Squadrons move,
Eager their liquid Fortresses to leave.
Such was the Will of Counsel-giving Jove,
And sage Minerva, practis'd to deceive:
While wav'ring Mars promoting bloody Jar,
Again from Heav'n descends, and arms them for the War.

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XXX

With Mars, the Trident-bearer Neptune went,
The Ocean's Sov'reign, and allotted Lord,
And friendly Aid to Frogs amphibious lent,
For Frogs the watry Deities ador'd.
He bids the Seas produce their secret Store,
And lay their Treasures on the neighb'ring Strand:
The Seas obsequious on the Banks out pour
Unnumber'd Cockle-shells as thick as Sand,
Distinct with Golden Specks of palest Red,
Rich various-colour'd Helms to grace and guard the Head.

XXXI

Breast-plates of Beets, of Mallows Greaves they chose,
Becoming Arms for martial Frogs to wear;
Thick Leaves of Cabbage light their Shields compose,
Whose spongy Texture deads the thrilling Spear:
Their Lances stiff were sharply pointed Reeds
Erect, which far their Ev'ning Shadow cast.
Now Sable-mantled Night advanc'd her Steeds,
The Deities back to Olympus haste;

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Soft downy Slumber all the God's o'erspread,
And Jove Supreme reclin'd, unsleeping on his Bed.

XXXII

At length the Saffron-vested Morning shin'd,
To Gods and Men diffusing orient Light;
Saturnian Jove weigh'd in his prudent Mind
The various Fortunes of the future Fight:
Events important! from his awful Throne,
His Purpose wise, the Thund'rer thus reveal'd:
Fly, Hermes, heav'nly Herald, Maia's Son,
And parti-colour'd Iris, airy-heel'd;
Th' immortal Race to Council bid repair,
Summon'd from Heav'n and Hell, and Earth, and Sea, and Air.

XXXIII

The Subject Gods came at the Royal Call,
All that Ambrosia eat, and Nectar quaff'd;
Stern Murd'rer Mars, that shakes the guarded Wall,
Diana fair rejoicing in her Shaft,
Earth-shaking Neptune strong by Seas obey'd,
Far-shooting Phæbus golden-hair'd unshorn,

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Pallas ethereal Spinster, blue-ey'd Maid,
And Venus laughter-loving, Ocean-born,
Vulcan, fire-ruling Pow'r in Lemnos own'd,
Empress of Heav'n white-arm'd, great Juno golden thron'd

XXXIV

There too the Goddesses of Founts and Trees,
And yellow Ceres crown'd with Corn was seen,
The Nereids all, Spawn of the fruitful Seas,
And beauteous Thetis, Silver-footed Queen,
Fair-hair'd Latona, and Alcides strong,
Hebe whose Bloom celestial never fades,
Bacchus, the twice-born Victor ever young,
Inexorable Pluto, King of Shades,
Sad Proserpine his Melancholy Love,
And all the base-born Seed of Cloud-compelling Jove.

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XXXV

Above the cold Olympus' snowy Height,
And leafy Ida's ever-verdant Hill,
Was built th' Imperial Palace, starry bright,
Whose vaulty Dome the Gods assembled fill:
The Seats of Heav'n, at Jove's commanding Nod,
Marshall'd themselves, miraculous to view!
Each golden Throne wrought by the Blacksmith God,
Spontaneous took its Rank in Order due;
And Silver Trevets for the meaner Throng,
Instinct with subtle Life, self-moving leap'd along.

XXXVI

Ye Pow'rs immortal, Male and Female, hear,
The Royal Father said, and thither bend
Your sharpen'd Sight, where yonder Arms appear,
Say whether Nation shall the Gods befriend:
Speak you that purpose as Auxiliars bold,
For Frogs and Mice to leave the ethereal Coasts,
Array'd and ardent for the Fight behold
The great, the warlike, the heroick Hosts;
So rang'd the Cloud-begotten Centaurs stood,
So frown'd on Phelgra's Plain, the Giant Earth-born Brood.

XXXVII

And Thou, dear Daughter of my lab'ring Brain,
Athenian Pallas, wilt thou rest secure,

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And view the direful Shock, the Wounds and Pain,
Which mortal Frogs from mortal Mice endure?
Or else to pious Mice afford thine Aid,
Who constant as thine annual Feast return,
Have due attendance at thy Temple paid,
Where, whilst the consecrated Victim burns,
With mystick Dance, in Honour of the Day,
Circling thine Altar's Verge, religiously they play?

XXXVIII

With answ'ring Words the Blue-ey'd Maid replies
To tread mine awful Courts the Mice presume;
To share, unbid, my festal Sacrifice,
Allur'd with grateful Scent of holy Fume;
And oft from sacred Lamps the needful Oil
The sacrilegious Ravagers purloin,
And nibbling oft my flow'ry Garlands spoil;
Nor fears the puny Race my Pow'r Divine,
Nor Helm, nor Goat-skin Shield, nor Lance they dread
But ev'n with Ordure vile prophane my Statue's Head

XXXIX

Tho' Wisdom's Pow'r could slight Disgrace alone,
With Loss embitter'd, 'tis severer far;
My Veil which flam'd with Gold, with Purple shone,
With impious Gnawings barb'rously they mar.

239

Griev'd for the Work Divine, so rudely tore
I courted venal Damsels by Reward,
The num'rous Breaches instant to restore,
The num'rous Breaches artful they repair'd,
And now with Clamours loud demand their Hire,
Nor find I Gold to pay, just Reason for mine Ire.

XL

Nor yet can Frogs amphibious Succour claim,
Unwise, impertinent, loquacious Kind!
When parch'd with Thirst from Battle erst I came,
To drink the Brook my Lips I low inclin'd;
Untimely paddling in the Bev'rage clear,
With gritty Mud they stain'd the promis'd Draught.
Nor less their grating Voice disturb'd mine Ear,
When spent with length of Toil for Rest I sought;
They chas'd sweet Slumbers from my weary Sight,
And harshly croaking loud, prolong'd the tedious Night.

XLI

Mean time, like Pains my throbbing Temples wound,
As Jove sustain'd from Me his Daughter born,
Mother and Sire in one; nor Rest I found,
'Till crowing Cocks proclaim'd the welcome Morn.
For neither Army let Immortals fight,
Or needless tempt the Dangers of the Day;
Since Scenes of Death our heav'nly Minds delight,
Reclin'd securely we at distance stay.

240

I stay, desert that please their blest Abode,
To meet such Foes in Arms is Daring for a God !

XLII

She ended Speech, and all the list'ning Crowd
In hollow Whispers murmur'd an Assent;
Whom Jove addressing stern in Threatnings loud,
Shook with a Nod the brazen Firmament;
Whate'er rash God attempts Dissention now,
And dares with Me their Sov'reign to contend,
Let Styx infernal bind the solemn Vow,
Him headlong o'er Heaven's Battlements I'll send;
Ev'n Juno's self shall from her Throne be driv'n,
Sister and Wife of Jove, Great Sultaness of Heav'n.

XLIII

Tho' more than Goddess lov'd or Woman she,
Than Ceres beauteous Queen, with golden Hair,
Than Bacchus' Parent, Theban Semele,
Than Danae, Acrisius' Daughter fair,

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Of whom great Perseus sprung; tho' favour'd more
Than those whose double Births increas'd my Line;
She that, of Phœnix' Blood descended, bore
Minos the Just, and Radamanth divine:
She that, on Lands and Seas long-wand'ring seen,
To Heav'n a Phœbus gave, to Woods a Huntress Queen.

XLIV

Juno, more dear than ever Dame was dear,
If now with Mice or Frogs she dares to treat,
Sore will I scourge, suspended high in Air,
And rack'd with pond'rous Anvils at her Feet.
When Hands resistless on my Queen I lay,
Inferior Gods, your due Submission learn.
Trembling the silent Deities obey.
Strait warlike Trumpets breathe out Courage stern,
Hornets , who sounding bid the Battles join,
While Jove from cloudless Heav'n high thund'ring gave the Sign.

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XLV

The Frog Hypsiboas the first advanc'd,
His Jav'lin at Leichenor strong to throw
The right-aim'd Spear his Shield and Bosom lanc'd,
Through-pierc'd he fell to Earth, and groveling low,
Soil'd in the Dust his Hairs. Peleion brave
By Mouse Troglodytes the next was struck,
Nor Cabbage Target could the Hero save,
Fix'd in his Breast the pointed Weapon shook:
Dark Clouds of Death his swimming Eyes o'erspread,
Forth from her wounded hold his Soul in Terror fled.

XLVI

Artophagus at Polyphonus sent,
Nor miss'd the Mark design'd, a massy Spear;
The brazen Point the sev'nfold Buckler rent,
And past the verdant Beet, nor staying there,
Transfix'd his swelling Chest. It chanc'd a Stone
Lay near at hand, black, rugged, heavy, great,
This by Lymnocharis with Fury thrown,
Crush'd fierce Troglodytes beneath its Weight.
Pierc'd by Seutlæus' Lance in fatal Hour,
Embasichytrus vast fell like a ruin'd Tow'r.

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XLVII

Nor joy'd Seutlæus long, Isenor griev'd
Vow'd to revenge Embasichytrus slain;
But hasty Wrath his erring Hand deceiv'd,
The Spear wide swerving struck the distant Plain:
He snatch'd a Land-mark of enormous size,
The Burthen of the Field wherein it lay;
For twelve the tallest strongest modern Mice
To lift or roll it might in vain assay:
As from an Engine shot, the Mill-stone flies
Full on Seutlæus' Neck, and Darkness veils his Eyes.

XLVIII

The Warrior Pternotroctes level'd right
His glitt'ring Javelin 'gainst Limnisius' Head,
Which pierc'd his lifted Shield and Helmet bright,
And inmost Brain; the Soul in terror fled.
Crambophagus , with sudden Fear dismay'd,
Leap'd the steep Bank to gain his native Lake;
But Pternotroctes' winged Weapon stay'd
His Flight, deep ent'ring his inglorious Back:
Stretch'd on the Brink his lifeless Corse remain'd,
While Rays of purple Blood, the silver Water stain'd.

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XLIX

Pternoglyphus by Calaminthius seen,
His Spear advancing, struck the Frog with Dread,
Who shameless cast behind his Target green,
And div'd beneath the Waves with Coward Speed.
Not so Hydrocharis , who wrathful threw
At Prince Pternophagus a rugged Stone;
Right at the destin'd Mark the Mill-stone flew;
Pierc'd to the Scull, and crack'd the solid Bone,
Nor Nutshell Helm avail'd: wide was the Wound;
Brains thro' the Nostrils flow'd, and Blood distain'd the Ground.

L

Near Hand, to cruel Fate alas too nigh!
A harmless Frog Borborocætes stood,
Who late escap'd his careful Parent's Eye,
New from his Tadpole State, and left the Flood
For Glory: fairest of the Nation deem'd,
With ev'ry Gift of Cytherea grac'd:
This nought the stern Leichopinax esteem'd;
Whose strongly-darted Lance his Form defac'd,
Dead, through the Liver struck, he tumbled down,
While Streams of Crimson Red new-dy'd his Olive Brown.

LI

Prassophagus dragg'd with unseemly Spite
Cnissodioctes' Carcase o'er the Field;

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The Mouse Psicharpax, wrathful at the Sight,
To screen his Friend, oppos'd his ample Shield.
Prassophagus retiring, vainly thought
To shun, by quick Retreat, his speedy Foe;
Him through from Side to Side Psicharpax smote,
With utmost Fury rising to the Blow:
Prone down he fell; to Pluto's nether Skies,
Where Heroes Shades remain, his Soul unwilling flies.

LII

Pelobates drew by the Helmet's Thong
The Warrior Artotrogus through the Dust,
And choak'd amid the Waves: nor triumph'd long;
For strong Psicharpax through his Liver thrust
His Javelin's deadly Point. Pelusius view'd
The Wound amaz'd, but gath'ring Courage new,
Crafty a handful large of oily Mud
At fierce Psicharpax Murrion right he threw,
Which all bemir'd with Slime his manly Beard;
Nigh clos'd his open Eyes, and stifled Nose besmear'd.

LIII

The Mouse half blind and strangled, mad with Shame,
A Stone amidst his Foes at random hurl'd,
Which, haply had he seen with Skill to aim,
Had sent some Warrior Frog to Pluto's World;
The massy Stone Pelusius' Knee-pan broke,
Which fail'd, unable to support its Weight.
Pelides King of Frogs a second Stroke
Forbad, quick to prevent his Brother's Fate,

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He pierc'd Psicharpax' Bowels, ent'ring in
Deep far behind his Back the pointed Reed was seen.

LIV

Forth from their bleeding Bed his Entrails flow'd,
And fell amid the Dust around his Feet:
With Torture leaning on his Spear he stood,
'Till crowding Friends secur'd his slow Retreat.
A Lance at loud-voic'd Branchiazon thrown,
Transfix'd his Groin, his Thigh the Javelin's Head
Half-sever'd from his Trunk; the Hand unknown,
And whose the Glory of so brave a Deed.
Hardly he limp'd from Fight, his Nerves disjoin'd,
And trail'd a wounded Length of dangling Leg behind.

LV

When lo! divine Troxartes King of Mice
Marches with sevenfold Target up to fight;
Instant the King of Frogs Pelides flies
With utmost Swiftness from his injur'd Sight.
With equal Steps the Mouse pursued the Chase:
Swift as Latona's Seed their Arrows shoot.
Still stood the wond'ring Hosts to view the Race;
For either Chief was known so light of Foot,
The Frog was oft by Waves unyielding borne,
The Mouse by slender Ears of ripe unbending Corn.

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LVI

Sitophagus but late had trembling fled
The Frog's terrifick Voice and mighty Arm,
Casting his Shield behind, his dastard Head
Shrowding in Reeds; no longer fearing Harm,
He now the watry Monarch flying sound,
And struck his winged Heel with sudden Dart.
But good Prassæus soon reveng'd the Wound,
Transfix'd the Mouse, and tore his hairy Heart.
Pelides fell; e'er yet the fatal Stroke
Incens'd Troxartes struck, the bleeding Hero spoke:

LVII

O King, if Gifts may move, of Jewels rare
My Ransom take, a rich and precious Hoard,
Which dying Peleus gave to me his Heir;
Which erst my great Progenitors had stor'd,
Spoils of the Waters; Heaps of yellow Ore
My willing Subjects for their Prince shall give:
Reject not then with Scorn the profer'd Store;
Enchain me, let me serve, but let me live:
Better alive sad Slav'ry to sustain,
Than dead o'er all the Ghosts of Chiefs and Kings to reign.

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LVIII

By Thee Psicharpax fell, the Mouse reply'd;
If Death so terrible appear, die Thou.
With cruel Spear he lanc'd his naked Side,
Warm Streams of vital Blood his Arms o'erflow:
His panting Bosom heaves with dying Sighs,
Hard lab'ring to retain departing Breath:
At length he yields; black Darkness veils his Eyes,
Seal'd in eternal Sleep of Iron Death.
Nor strive the Frogs to screen their Leader slain,
From greedy Victor's Spoil, or Fun'ral Rites to gain.

LIX

Amidst the Press, young Meridarpax fought,
Artepibulus' Son, a Mouse divine!
Who, breathing Wrath and righteous Vengeance, sought
T' extirpate quite the Frogs perfidious Line:
On whom the Gods their various Gifts bestow'd;
Warlike as Mars who shakes the guarded Wall,
As Neptune's wide his Chest and Shoulders broad,
As Jove majestick, as Alcides tall.

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By Troops the Warrior Frogs he slew with ease,
Limnius , Hydrocharis, Peleus, Craugasides .

LX

Whilst dealing Death thus Meridarpax fares,
A secret Path his chosen Squadrons take,
And seize the num'rous Passes unawares
Betwixt the croaking Host and neighbour Lake.
Now Slaughter reigns: whole Show'rs of Weapons flow
On Meridarpax Leathern Shield in vain;
The Folds repel the Points. And surely now
His Hand impartial had the Nation slain,
Had not high Jove beheld the Frogs distrest,
And thus with gracious Lips his Offspring Gods addrest:

LXI

Hear, ev'ry Pow'r of Heaven, Air, Sea, and Hell;
Hear, ev'ry God, and ev'ry Goddess, hear;
How strange to Sight! how wonderful to tell!
What Troops have fall'n by Meridarpax' Spear!
What Numbers numberless! afflicted sore!
Say what of Arms or Counsel you prepare;
What Force can vye with Meridarpax' Pow'r?
What Slight effectual drive him from the War?
If not from Heav'n the Frogs Assistance find,
His fierce wide-wasting Arm will quite destroy the Kind.

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LXII

Pond'ring the Deities in Silence sat,
Hard was the Task the desp'rate Field to win;
Nor Prophet Phœbus open'd the Debate,
Nor sage Minerva ventur'd to begin.
At length impatient Mars disclos'd his Mind,
Spoiler of Cities, stain'd with human Gore,
Scarcely so loud three thousand Warriors join'd,
Or shout when fighting, or when wounded roar:
Thus from his brazen Chest the Murd'rer spoke,
Whilst rattling with his Voice th' extended Welkin shook:

LXIII

Beware, for Gods by mortal Arms may smart,
And Wounds, and Pain, and Shame, have oft endur'd,
Juno and Pluto felt Alcides' Dart,
Whom Pæon's healing Medicines hardly cur'd.

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Otus and Ephialtes dar'd confine,
Ev'n Me, for thirteen Moons in Prison bound;
'Till Hermes stole me thence, sly Thief divine.
Nor Jove had milder Fate from Pallas found,
Had not a Giant timely Succour giv'n,
By Men Ægæon call'd, but Briareus in Heav'n.

LXIV

What single God can stand th' unequal Shock?
From Dangers past, Immortals, learn to fear.
Minerva's self would sink beneath the Stroke,
And tinge with Ichor Meridarpax' Spear.
Heav'n's Magazines must arm us for the Charge:
All Arms are needful to repel the Foe;

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Alcides' Club, Minerva's Lance and Targe,
My Sword, and Phœbe's and Apollo's Bow.
Saturnian Jove must lead us to the Field,
Arm'd with his 'vengeful Bolt, and Titan-quelling Shield.

LXV

That Goat-skin Shield wherewith of old he fought,
When proud Enceladus his Throne assail'd;
When Giants leagu'd their promis'd Empire sought,
And first-born Titans had almost prevail'd:
Such Lightnings keen, as erst Typhœus vast
Sorely dismay'd, and wounded forc'd retire,
When Flames so thick the mighty Thund'rer cast,
That scarcely from the Wreck of horrid Fire
Olympus summited with Snow was sav'd,
Scarce the superior Heav'n, Abode of Gods, brass pav'd.

LXVI

Him Pallas answ'ring, spake: Let all remain
Here in their heav'nly Seats reclin'd secure;
Without partaking, view the Wounds and Pain
Which mortal Frogs from mortal Mice endure.
But if our Sov'reign's all-commanding Will
Is fix'd to save them from triumphant Mice,

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Launch he his Thunder from yon neighbour Hill,
Or call to dreadful Fight some High Allies,
Whose Strength may turn the Fortune of the Day,
If Jove's high-thund'ring Arm should fail to part the Fray.

LXVII

She ended Speech, and cloud-compelling Jove
His three-fork'd Thunder takes to part the Fight,
With Goat-skin Shield descending from above,
Swift, silent, black, and terrible as Night.
In sudden Darkness either Host he shrouds,
Harsh Thunders rowl, and blueish Lightnings blaze,
Yet not for loudest Peals or thickest Clouds
His Course impetuous Meridarpax stays:
Nor ceas'd the Din of War, tho' all around
Heav'n trembled from above, groan'd underneath the Ground.

LXVIII

As from a Victim Bull the sever'd Meat
To broil by Waiters on the Coals is lain,
Their Eyes devour the Food: They fasting yet
Impatient, turn the Steak, and turn again:

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So now with disappointed Jove it far'd,
From Thought to Thought, from Place to Place he flies.
His Bolt he trusts not, nor Æthereal Guard,
For Barrier to the Frogs, his high Allies
He calls: Sight more prodigious ne'er was shown
On Earth, that bears all Fruits, or Sea producing none.

LXIX

Dreadful Allies! What once their Gripe possest,
So fast they grasp'd with cruel-rending Claws,
It easier seem'd a Bone by Force to wrest
From Hell-born Cerberus' devouring Jaws,
Each Champion's Mouth, or what for Mouth appears,
Yawns dismal, discontinuous, darksome, wide,
Wond'rously fenc'd with sharply-grinding Sheers,
Whose Edges meeting temper'd Mail divide,
With seeming double Heads the Monsters threat,
Like Amphisbœna's dire in Africk's Noon-day Heat.

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LXX

Hands had they none, yet what supplied the Place,
Unnumber'd Arms; scarce Briareus had more:
Which Mother Nature clad in jetty Case,
For tender Skin with Armour plated o'er.
Fixt in their Breasts their round black Eye-balls stood,
Their Chest with Rows of Bone were strongly barr'd;
Their Backs like malleable Anvils show'd,
Extended broad, smooth, solid, shining, hard;
Sure-proof, nor firmer Hardness could they take,
Tho' nine times dip'd in Styx, inviolable Lake.

LXXI

Fit Instruments of Jove's avenging Ire,
Allies for Gods, tho' made of earthly Mould,
Not triple-form'd Chimæra half so dire,
Whom brave Bellerophon subdued of old.
Oblique, untoward, aukward did they crawl
Insidious, whither tending, hard to say:
Num'rous their Legs and Thighs, distorted all,
Their Shells well-jointed to their Wills gave way,
Such Hinges fine not Vulcan's self could blame,
Nay, Vulcan's self from these his Armour learnt to frame.

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LXXII

Forth from the Waves their horrid March they take,
By Man call'd Crabs: o'erpower'd the Mice are kill'd,
Who guard the Passes issuing from the Lake,
And Jove's Imperial Purpose is fulfill'd.
No mortal Strength their crusted Limbs could harm,
Or penetrate Dame Nature's Panoply;
The Mice in vain around the Monsters swarm,
Sawn clean asunder by their Sheers they die,
Which snap'd their brittle Spears, and crash'd their Mails,
And crop'd their forward Heads, and lop'd their dragging Tails.

LXXIII

Not monstrous Foes, the King of Mice exclaim'd,
But Gods averse I fear, and hostile Jove;
Tho' Gods immortal might retire unblam'd,
Should Foes like these their heavenly Valour prove.
To whom with winged Answer soon rejoin'd
Young Meridarpax, Gods submit to Fate;
Aright, O King, according to my Mind
Advis'd, retreat We. These retiring, straight
Their trembling Host fled headlong wing'd with Fear,
Last Meridarpax stalk'd, and sullen clos'd the Rear.

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LXXIV

As when a sluggish Ass in Corn is found,
Whose Back has num'rous Staves already broke,
He now with Troops of Boys encompass'd round,
Impenetrably dull receives the Stroke:
Teaz'd, but not hurt, he stands their utmost Spite,
Nor Blows nor Shouts can urge him to return:
Weak are their Cries, and childish is their Might,
Serene he pastures on the bladed Corn:
At length, and scarce at length, he deigns to yield,
Driv'n sated with Repast slow-footing from the Field.

LXXV

The Muses knowing all Things, list not show
The Wailings for the Dead and Fun'ral Rites;
To blameless Æthiopians must they go,
To feast with Jove for twelve succeeding Nights,
Therefore abrupt thus end they—Let suffice
The Gods august Assembly to relate,
Heroick Frogs and Demigods of Mice,
Troxartes' Vengeance, and Pelides' Fate.

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Hosts routed, Lakes of Gore, and Hills of Slain,
An Iliad, Work Divine!
 

Bossu acquaints us the Invocation is necessary, because the Poet reports what he cannot be supposed to know, if some Deity had not inspired him; not that the Muse signifies any thing else but the Qualifications requisite to Poetry.

The Poet, to win the Attention of the Reader, and warning us he is about to relate something surprizing, invokes not one Muse, but the whole Number.

As the Invocation is addressed to the Gods, so the Proposition mentions them, and the Narration is full of them; and they occasion the Marvellous in Epick: Bossu.

He has as much to do in the Commonwealth of Æsop, as the States of Homer, witness his appointing Kings over the Frogs. Id.

Æschylus wrote a Tragedy upon Jupiter's Scales, and Virgil copied them.

A Frog may as easily be supposed to speak as Xanthus the Horse of Achilles: Indeed the Epopea assumes a Liberty very like that of Æsop. The Discourse between Juno and Æolus, and what Neptune said to Zephyrus and Boreas, have as little Truth and Probability as the Intercourse between the City and Country Mouse: Bossu.

Self-Commendation is very common in Epick Heroes; and Virgil makes Æneas say of himself, Sum pius.

A Name from Mud. The Father of Achilles was so called.

There were three Eridani, one in Heaven, another on Earth, and a third in Hell: that on Earth is here intended.

A Ruler in the Waters.

One who swells his Cheeks.

High Characters should be plac'd upon Bodies of the largest Size, and finest Make: Bossu.

One who plunders Graineries.

A Bread-eater.

A Licker of Meal.

The Hemisticks of Virgil have been much admired by some very learned Criticks, who seem to be of opinion, that a Verse is oftentimes the more perfect, the less 'tis finished.

This was the antient Emblem of Wisdom, as it is the modern one of Folly. It is unaccountable that this Passage should be left without any Explanation in the first Edition; for many a Fine Gentleman knows nothing of Pallas, but would presently be acquainted with this Bird, when told in plain English, 'tis an Owl.

Innumerable are the Instances of Warriors charging their Fears upon the Gods; nothing less than Immortals should ever stop a Diomede or Ajax. The like Excuse is used even by the Gods themselves, in favour of Offenders;

Non tibi Tyndaridis facies invisa Lacœnæ,
Culpatusve Paris ------

The Word Cat being very familiar, is avoided as too low. It is requisite also to inform the Curious, that not only Elimouser himself, but his Son Grimalkin was of that Species: for without this Caution, he might be thought of a different kind, which is very frequent in Poetry, witness Jupiter and his Offspring Sarpedon, and many others.

Prayers of good men are commonly successful in Epick; Psicharpax had been guilty of great Indiscretion, to hazard his Life for mere Curiosity.— It is observable, there is not one Simile in the Poem to this Place, which is above a seventh Part of the whole. Dr. Clarke, who seems as good a Critick as a Divine, points out the same Beauty in the first Iliad. 'Tis true, Mr. Addison declares he should hardly have thought the worse of it, if it had as many as the first Æneid: However it could not then have been so simple; nay, perhaps it might have been more so still, had the Poet left out two Words, wherein he compares Phœbus to the Night, and Thetis to a Mist.

Some say Homer has given the Gods such Manners, as turn them into mere Swine: Bossu. Here Jupiter is changed into a Brute indeed, but into one of a nobler Species, tho' in Manners, it must be owned, inclined to Lasciviousness.

It is not strange to give Epithets to Persons upon Occasions which have no Relation to them: Boileau. As may appear even from Virgil himself sometimes;

Quem Pius Æneas dictis affatur amaris.

This Phrase is not used to signify Perfection, but some particular Qualification or Advantage. Patroclus is called equal to a God, when he is lighting a Fire. —Eustathius.

This Phrase is not used to signify Perfection, but some particular Qualification or Advantage. Patroclus is called equal to a God, when he is lighting a Fire. —Eustathius.

Themis the Goddess of Justice.

It was the Opinion of the Antients, that Heroes, just upon the Point of Death, had the Gift of Prophecy.

A Licker of Dishes.

The Loss of Burial was esteemed a very great Affliction, we have not any Records left concerning the manner how Mice buried their Dead: An enquiry into that Piece of Antiquity would be highly satisfactory to the Curious.

By an Archaismus for Mars: see Spencer. He was the God of War, by whom Areïthous had his Armour given him: allegorically he signifies Brutal Force.

The God of Fire, who made the Armour of Glaucus, Achilles, &c. It is the Happiness of a Poet to raise the obscurest Circumstances into the strongest Point of Light: —Eustathius. Mars must be owned as proper a Person to desire this Favour of Vulcan, in behalf of those who had never offended him, as Venus was in Virgil to desire it for her illegitimate Son. A Woman in these Days would not be very likely to prevail with her Spouse, by putting him in mind that she had made him a Cuckold.

An Epick Poet should order the Machines so, that his Action should stand in no need of them. How many Gods does Virgil make use of to raise a Storm, which happened at the rising Orion? Tis well observed, Dii nisi datâ occasione nocere non possunt;—Bossu. Thus the Mice might have knaw'd a few Bean-stalks without any Assistance from two Divinities, but then the Action had not been so fit for the Epopea.

A Creeper into Pots.

A Cheese-scooper. The antient Poets seem to have been endued by Apollo with the Property of knowing all Things past, present, and to come, which a careful Reader may perceive by their Writings. This was probably the very Mouse which was caught in a Trap by Taffy; and I wonder he was not named by the Author of Muscipula; who has also over looked another Testimony of the Antiquity of the Welsh in Virgil, who mentions Evans in his Æneid, Necnon Evantem Phrygium.

Repetitions are best when left to the Reader's Pleasure to make whenever he sees occasion, by which he may deserve as much Reputation as the Author himself could have merited by those Flowers: If a long Book must needs be had, 'tis but going over any Part again and again, and the Work is done.

The Scepter was the solemn Oath of Kings; Virgil and Valerius Flaccus imitate Homer in making it so. It poetically acquaints us with the high Descent and hereditary Right of the Hero.

One who lives in the Waters.

It cannot be denied that Physignathus swears to a Lie; but it must be considered, says Bossu, The great Art of Kings is the Mystery of Dissimulation. This is the Character which the Greek Poet gives Ulysses, and it is represented as a true and solid Virtue, and commended by Minerva herself.

Minerva persuaded the Trojans to break the League; for which Breach afterwards Hector fell by Poetical Justice, whom she cheated and told Lies to in the Shape of Deiphobus, to betray him into the Hands of Achilles; but Prudence consists, we are told, in Dissimulation.

It is the Business of this God to fortify the weaker Side to keep up the Broil; he is called wavering, because Victory is always changing Parties.

Jupiter the eldest Brother had the East, Pluto the West, and Neptune the Sea.

See the Note upon the arming the Mice. l. 211. to which may be added this fine Remark of the last cited Author: “To express Physical Truths poetically, we must not say, Salt preserves dead Bodies, or Flies fill them with Maggots; but that Achilles, fearing the hot Season might taint the Carcase of his Friend, gets his Mother Thetis, Goddess of the Sea, which is Salt, to perfume it with Ambrosia.

It would be a Search worthy of some learned Critick, to find why Jupiter went to Bed, when he knew he should not sleep.

Poets divided the Divine Attributes as it were into so many Persons, because the Infirmity of a human Mind cannot sufficiently conceive, and explain so much Power and Action in a Simplicity so great and indivisible as that of God: And perhaps they were jealous of the Advantages they reaped from such excellent and refined Learning, and which they thought the vulgar Part of Mankind was not worthy of: Bossu.

Neptune and the rest of the watry Deities are present at the Council of the Gods; because the Waters supply the Air with Vapours, and by that means pass into the Æther. See Eustathius on the Subject, who will also give you the Reasons of most of the Epithets here apply'd to the Gods.

Neptune and the rest of the watry Deities are present at the Council of the Gods; because the Waters supply the Air with Vapours, and by that means pass into the Æther. See Eustathius on the Subject, who will also give you the Reasons of most of the Epithets here apply'd to the Gods.

He was not introduc'd into Homer's Assembly; but as that seems a Hardship upon one who is honoured with the Title of Jupiter, as well as his elder Brother, he is here admitted into the Council.

Homer always expresses a great Kindness for Bastards, of which we need desire no stronger Proof than his filling Heaven with them: On the other side he makes Marriage and Discord inseparable, and Jupiter and Juno are for ever scolding. Here not the Moral but the Allegory is to be observed.

Vulcan's Workmanship being animated, does not deviate at all from Probability; because a God can do more difficult Things than these, and all Matter will obey him. Besides Aristotle assures us, the Wonderful is the distinguishing Character of Epick, and proceeds there in even to the Unreasonable: a Remark as just and well- grounded as any in his whole Art of Poetry.

The reputable Dancing among the Antients was said by some to be invented by Minerva.

The Greek might be translated Owl ey'd; but that would not be so agreeable to the modern Gothick Taste, as it was to the antient Simplicity.

Observe the Character of Prudence, who acquits neither Side, and refuses to engage on either with any Disadvantage to herself.

The Harmony of Things springs from Discord; wherefore Jupiter was diverted at the Dis agreeement of the Gods themselves: So other Immortals may be supposed pleased with the Battle of Frogs and Mice.

This is to be understood allegorically. The honest old Archbishop of Thessalonica ingenuously acquaints us in his Comment upon the first Iliad, that Allegory was invented in order to solve the Absurdities which would otherwise appear in the antient Writers. And I must once for all inform my Reader, if he finds any Passage he cannot well account for, he must take it for granted, There is an Allegory in it.

Jove in the Iliad makes his Speech to Juno. A Man's Love to the Sex in general, may be no ill Recommendation to a particular Woman, even to a virtuous Matron; tho' I fancy it could never make him more in favour with his own Wife, whatever Influence it might have on the Wife of another, unless Nature was a very different Thing in Homer's time from what it is in our degenerate Age.

The Physical Meaning seems very apparent. Juno the Air has two Elements, Earth and Water, at her Feet, call'd Anvils, because in them only Arts are exercised. The Moral intimates, that good Housewives should stay at home: —Dacier. There is another Moral equally plain, overlooked by the learned French-woman, viz. That Husbands upon extraordinary Occasions, may bestow upon their Wives corporal Correction. If the Fair Sex now think this brutal, 'tis merely out of false Delicacy.

Flies might have done well enough for Trumpeters. Minerva in the 17th Iliad inspires Menelaus with the Courage of a Fly, which Comparison has nothing of Meanness in it; however a Hornet is more heroical:

A loud Bawler.

A Name from Licking.

A Name of the same Signification with Pelides; the Son of Peleus, i. e. Mud.

One who runs into Holes.

One who feeds on Bread.—ibid.

A great Babbler.—

One who loves the Lake.—

Called from the Beets.—

One equal to a Man; for a Mouse may as easily be supposed equal to a Man; as a Man equal to a God.

The Opinion of a Degeneracy of human Size and Strength in the Process of Ages, has been very general. Virgil makes a farther Allowance. In this Way of Thinking it will appear that Frogs and Mice were not such despicable Animals heretofore as they are at present, either as to their bodily or intellectual Accomplishments.

A Bacon-eater.—

Called from the Lake.—

A Cabbage eater.—

A Bacon-scooper.—Ibid

From the Herb.

who loves the Water.

a Bacon-eater.

who lies in the Mud.

an Eater of Garlick.

one who follows the Steam of Kitchens.

who walks in the Dirt.

see Artophagus and Troxartes.

from Mud.

Croaking.

This Name alludes not only to Pelos Mud, but to Achilles also, the Son of Thetis, so called. It is no Disgrace for a Hero to fly, especially having Guilt upon his Spirits.

The Greek Poet illustrates the Swiftness of Ericthonius's Mares, by describing them as running over the standing Corn and Surface of Waters, without making any Impression: And the Latin one says the same of Camilla; which is a certain Sign of Homer's Excellency. Now a Frog is as likely to be borne upon the Waters, as a Heroine; and a Mouse is not altogether so heavy as a Mare.

an Eater of Wheat.

called from Garlick.

It is no wonder the Heroes are so unwilling to die, when the Poet provides no better Entertainment for them in the next World, than the worst they could meet with in this.

one who plunders his Share.

one who has Designs upon Bread.

When Plutarch blam'd the comparing one Man to several Deities, that Censure was not passed upon Homer as a Poet, but by Plutarch as a Priest: And no modern fine Gentleman sure can think the worse of any thing for its being disapproved by a Priest in his Sacerdotal Capacity. Should it be said in his Defence, that he was a Heathen, Mr. Dryden cuts off that Plea,—Priests of all Religions are the same—It must be owned they are corrupted to the utmost, if they be fallen in their Morals to so low a Degree, that the first Stone may justly be thrown at them by Poets.

of the same Import with Limnisius, called from the Lake.

from Croaking.

Neptune, in Il. 13, supposes the Assistance of Jupiter himself might be useless to the Trojans; and no wonder therefore it might be ineffectual to have the Succour of any inferior Divinities.

Apollo being nothing but Destiny, ought not to side with either Part before Jupiter declares himself.

It is agreeable also to the Character of Wisdom to hear others speak first.

This Hyperbole, strong as it is, yet is not extravagant: The Voice is not Human, but that of a Deity; and the Comparison being taken from an Army, renders it more natural with respect to the God of War. So Polyphemus, a mere Mortal, shook the whole Isle of Sicily with his Cries.

Thetis brought up this Succour to Jupiter; that is, the Watry Element taking its natural Place, put an end to that Combat of the Elements, which is signified by the Wars of the Gods

Tully and Longinus say Homer makes Mortals of his Gods, not of the inferior ones only. Pythagoras and Plato tax him with Impiety on this account, in whose Times the Gods were reckon'd altogether as corporeal as in our Poet's Age. Bossu owns the learned Men of Antiquity, either out of Pride, Envy, or Error, have gone upon wrong Grounds in a Matter of the highest Importance, and deceiv'd almost all Mankind with deformed and dangerous Figures, instead of necessary and solid Truths.

Corporeal Deities being subject to Pains, is not inconsistent with true Theology; nay, Bossu assures us, even the Adultery of Mars and Venus contains a very moral Lesson: Tho' how to reconcile this with what I have just quoted out of him, I cannot comprehend, without the Help of some new Allegory.

If Homer held Birth-right to be Divine, 'tis plain it was on Earth only. The Titans were Rebels because they were conquered; but had they gained the Victory, they would have at least as much Right to the Sovereignty of Heaven as ever Jupiter was possessed of. The Poet was no Friend to Passive-Obedience; and the Patrons of Resistance may prove their Point most irrefragably out of his Poem.

When the Author has a mind to save any Hero in Distress, he brings in some God to steal him away in a Cloud: A Conduct imitated by almost all his Commentators; who, when their favourite Writer is in any Danger, constantly raise a Dust, that the Poet may escape in the Obscurity.

To judge rightly of comparisons, we are not to examine if the Subjects from whence they are derived, be great or little, noble or familiar, but if the Image produc'd be clear and lively.

Homer's Allegory is not to be accounted for without a deep Insight into the Egyptian and Hieroglyphical Learning: Tho' his best Translator affirms he probably used old Traditions as Embellishments of Poetry only, neither taking care to explain them to the Reader, nor perhaps diving into their mystick Meanings himself. Yet the best Critick upon him says, these Tales, unless taken allegorically, are entirely Atheistical, and contrary to Decency. A celebrated Author blames Spencer for making his Moral too obvious, a Fault which the most malignant Carper can never charge Homer with: a far greater Genius is requisite to understand his Fables, than open Morality has need of. It requires much stronger Teeth to crack the Shell, than to eat the Kernel.

At least as capable of assisting him against the Mice, as Briareus to protect him against the Gods.

Chimera was feigned to have the Head of a Lion, the Body of a Goat, and the Tail of a Dragon, because a Mountain so called had Lions at the top, Goats in the middle, and Serpents at the bottom. Tho' some of the Antients thought it no Fiction.

It becomes not a Hero to fear any thing but the Gods; the old Mouse first advises a Retreat, and then the young one complies, as Diomede did with the Counsel of Nestor.

An Ass was not always such a Fool of a Beast as he is now; for other Animals as well as Men degenerate: However, if it might be thought too low a Comparison for a Man, it is not for a Mouse.

The Gods are represented as Feasting in Æthiopia before the Scenes of War are open'd in the Iliad, and return thither at the Close. The Æthiopians are said to be Inventors of Pomps, Sacrifices, and other Honours paid to the Gods. Macrobius tells us, Jupiter means the Sun, and the Number Twelve denotes the Twelve Signs.

Homer's Iliad does not take up fifty Days; so that it was but a strange Compliment to a great General, to say he had furnished Matter for an Iliad in one Campaign or half Year.

Madam Dacier seems to have almost as much Regard for Homer as the Bible, as tho' she were willing they should stand or fall together; and with Wit equal to her Piety, she proves the Poet blameless by Texts of Scripture. Nothing could go beyond this, except the Fancy of our Countryman, who held Homer and Solomon to be the same Person.

I think it proper at my taking leave of my Reader, to acquaint him, there is a general Moral runs through this whole Work; which I will not suppose him so ignorant as not to discern. 'Tis of a quite different Nature from the above-mentioned Allegories; to which sort of Beauties may be applied with the Alteration of new into old, that celebrated Couplet.

This new Way of Wit does so surprize.
Men lose their Wits in wond'ring where it lies.