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,