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1804.21
The Frogs and Crane
“J. H.”
The Anti-Gallican (1804), p. 236

Aesop,[1] strange fabulist! what tiny frog
    Dares leap the giant bulk; with lying prate
    Seduce the squalid multitude—elate
To crush distinction and contemn King Log?
Like lunatics, bid Stranger rule the bog;
    Themselves, allies, subscrib'd to anger sate—
Whose subjects, deaf, dumb, blind, sculk round in-cog.
Sees human sacrifices wait his word;
    Crippling, from Holland's dykes to Egypt's springs,
    Stadtholders, Pope, Electors, Beys and Kings;
Mocks half the globe, a self-created lord?
Why on such man her cap would Folly place,
With, "Hail, dread Emperor of the croaking race."

 


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