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Rh With oary feet the bull triumphant row'd, And safe in Crete depos'd his lovely load. Ah safe at last! may thus the frog support My trembling limbs to reach his ample court.

As thus he sorrows, death ambiguous grows, Lo ! from the deep a water-hydra rose; He rolls his sanguin'd eyes, his bosom heaves, And darts with active rage along the waves. Confus'd the monarch sees his hissing foe, And dives, to shun the sable fates, below. Forgetful frog! The friend thy shoulders bore, Unskill'd in swimming, floats remote from shore. He grasps with fruitless hands to find relief, Supinely falls, and grinds his teeth with grief; Plunging he sinks, and struggling mounts again, And sinks, and strives, but strives with fate in vain. The weighty moisture clogs his hairy vest, And thus the prince his dying rage express'd.

Nor thou, that fling'st me floundering from thy back, As from hard rocks rebounds the shattering wrack, Nor thou shalt 'scape thy due, perfidious king! Pursu'd by vengeance on the swiftest wing: At land thy strength could never equal mine, At sea to conquer, and by craft, was thine. But heaven has gods, and gods have searching eyes: Ye mice, ye mice, my great avengers, rise!

This said, he sighing gasp'd, and gasping died.