The _Frogs_ and the _Bulls_.
There happen’d a desperate Duel betwixt a couple of _Bulls_ upon a Point
of Honour; for the Quarrel was about a Mistriss. There was a _Frog_ at
the same time upon the Bank of a Lake, looking on to see the Combat. Ah,
says the _Frog_, What will become of Us now? Why prithee, says one of
his Companions, What are the _Bulls_ to the _Frogs_, or the Lakes to the
Meadows? Very much I can assure ye, says the _Frog_ again, for he that’s
worsted will be sure to take Sanctuary in the Fens, and then are we to be
trode to Pieces.
The MORAL.
Delirant Reges, Plectuntur Achivi. _When Princes fall out, the Commonalty
Suffers, and the Little go to Wreck for the Quarrels of the Great._