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.