The birth of the Mountaines. Fab. 20.
IN Ages past a rumour went,
Hils were with childe, as women be;
Many a day and pound was spent,
In travell the truth thereof to see,
And many one was sore afraid,
What monstrous birthes they might produce,
Prodigious things thereof they say,
As all conceived ominous.
The day of this expected birth
At length being come, th'are brought to bed
A Mouse is borne, which causeth mirth;
All doubts and terrours are strucke dead,
And the Spectators of this Scene,
Doe laugh as if they had the spleene.
Morall.
Vaine-glorious braggards like hils stand
Speake Giant words, and make great showes,
When if their actions be well scand,
They prove vaine and ridiculous:
And doe our thoughts from wonder call,
To mirth and matter Comicall.