“The goddess has her wish: for now they choose To plunge and dive among the watery ooze; Sometimes they show their head above the brim, And on the glassy surface spread to swim; Often upon the bank their station take, Then spring and leap into the cooly lake. Still, void of shame, they lead a clam’rous life. And, croaking, still scold on in endless strife; Compell’d to live beneath the liquid stream, Where still they quarrel, and attempt to scream. Now, from their bloated throat, their voice puts on Imperfect murmurs in a hoarser tone; Their noisy jaws, with bawling now grown wide, An ugly sight! extend on either side; Their motley back, streak’d with a list of green, Join’d to their head, without a neck, is seen; And, with a belly broad and white, they look Mere frogs, and still frequent the muddy brook.”