The Frogs Desiring a King

With equal laws when Athens throve,The petulance of freedom droveTheir state to license, which o'erthrewThose just restraints of old they knew.Hence, as a factious discontentThrough every rank and order went,Pisistratus the tyrant form'dA party, and the fort he storm'd:Which yoke, while all bemoan'd in grief,(Not that he was a cruel chief,But they unused to be controll'd)Then Esop thus his fable told:The Frogs, a freeborn people made,From out their marsh with clamor pray'dThat Jove a monarch would assignWith power their manners to refine.The sovereign smiled, and on their bogSent his petitioners a log,Which, as it dash'd upon the place,At first alarm'd the tim'rous race.But ere it long had lain to cool,One slily peep'd out of the pool,And finding it a king in jest,He boldly summon'd all the rest.Now, void of fear, the tribe advanced,And on the timber leap'd and danced,And having let their fury loose,In gross affronts and rank abuse,Of Jove they sought another king,For useless was this wooden thing.Then he a water-snake empower'd,Who one by one their race devour'd.They try to make escape in vain,Nor, dumb through fear, can they complain.By stealth they Mercury depute,That Jove would once more hear their suit,And send their sinking state to save;But he in wrath this answer gave:"You scorn'd the good king that you had,And therefore you shall bear the bad."Ye likewise, O Athenian friends,Convinced to what impatience tends,Though slavery be no common curse,Be still, for fear of worse and worse.