So huge a mind could not in lesser rest,
Ne in small meares containe his glory great,
That Albion had conquered first by warlike feat.
Ah fairest Lady knight, (said Paridell) xlvii
Pardon I pray my heedlesse ouersight,
Who had forgot, that whilome I heard[1087] tell
From aged Mnemon; for my wits bene light.
Indeed he said (if I remember right,)
That of the antique Troian stocke, there grew
Another plant, that raught to wondrous hight,