Compare all whitenesse, but himselfe to none,
Glided along, and as he glided watch'd,
235And with his arched necke this poore fish catch'd.
It mov'd with state, as if to looke upon
Low things it scorn'd, and yet before that one
Could thinke he sought it, he had swallowed cleare
This, and much such, and unblam'd devour'd there
240All, but who too swift, too great, or well armed were.