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And now with Clamours loud demand their Hire,
390 Nor find I Gold to pay, just Reason for mine Ire.
390 Nor find I Gold to pay, just Reason for mine Ire.
XL.
Nor yet can[1] 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.
395 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.
Nor yet can[1] 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.
395 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.
- ↑ v. 391. Nor yet can.] Observe the Character of Prudence, who acquits neither Side, and refuses to engage on either with any Disadvantage to her self.
XLI.
