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60 Embasichytros felt Seutlæus' dart Transfix and quiver in his panting heart; But great Artophagus aveng'd the slain, And big Seutlæus tumbling loads the plain, And Polyphonus dies, a frog renown'd For boastful speech and turbulence of sound; Deep through the belly pierc'd, supine he lay, And breath'd his soul against the face of day.

The strong Lymnocharis, who view'd with ire A victor triumph, and a friend expire; With heaving arms a rocky fragment caught, And fiercely flung where Troglodytes fought; A warrior vers'd in arts, of sure retreat, But arts in vain elude impending fate; Full on his sinewy neck the fragment fell, And o'er his eyelids clouds eternal dwell. Lychenor, second of the glorious name, Striding advanced, and took no wandering aim; Through all the frog the shining javelin flies, And near the vanquish'd mouse the victor dies.

The dreadful stroke Crambophagus affrights, Long bred to banquets, less inur'd to fights; Heedless he runs, and stumbles o'er the steep, And wildly floundering flashes up the deep: Lychenor following with a downward blow, Reach'd in the lake his unrecover'd foe; Gasping he rolls, a purple stream of blood Distains the surface of the silver flood;