Homer doth tell, in his abundant verse, The long laborious travails of the Man; And of his Lady too, he doth rehearse, How she illudes, with all the art she can, Th'ungrateful love which other Lords began; For of her Lord, false Fame, long since, had sworn That NEPTUNE's monsters had his carcass torn. 4. All this he tells, but one thing he forgot, One thing most worthy his eternal Song, But he was old, and blind, and saw it not: Or else he thought he should ULYSSES wrong, To mingle it his tragic acts among: Yet was there not, in all the world of things, A sweeter burden for his Muse's wings: 5. The Courtly love ANTINOUS did make, ANTINOUS, that fresh and jolly Knight, Which of the Gallants that did undertake To win the Widow, had most Wealth and Might, Wit to persuade, and Beauty to delight: The Courtly love he made unto the Queen, HOMER forgot, as if it had not been. 6. Sing then, TERPSICHORE, my light MUSE, sing His gentle art and cunning courtesy! You, Lady, can remember everything, For you are daughter of Queen MEMORY: But sing a plain and easy melody, For the soft mean that warbleth but the ground, To my rude ear doth yield the sweetest sound. 7. Only one night's Discourse I can report: When the great Torchbearer of heaven was gone Down, in a masque, unto the Ocean's Court, To revel it with TETHYS, all alone; ANTINOUS disguised, and unknown, Like to the Spring in gaudy ornament, Unto the Castle of the Princess went. 8. The sovereign Castle of the rocky isle, Wherein PENELOPE the Princess lay, Shone with a thousand lamps, which did exile The dim dark shades, and turned the night to day. Not JOVE's blue tent, what time the sunny ray Behind the bulwark of the earth retires, Is seen to sparkle with more twinkling fires. 9. That night, the Queen came forth from far within, And in the presence of her Court was seen. For the sweet singer PHŒMIUS did begin To praise the Worthies that at Troy had been: Somewhat of her ULYSSES she did ween, In his grave Hymn, the heavenly man would sing, Or of his wars, or of his wandering. 10. PALLAS, that hour, with her sweet breath divine, Inspired immortal beauty in her eyes, That with celestial glory she did shine Brighter than VENUS, when she doth arise Out of the waters to adorn the skies. The Wooers, all amazèd, do admire And check their own presumptuous desire. 11.