There also was that mightie Monarch[°] layd
Low under all, yet above all in pride,
That name of native syre did fowle upbrayd,
And would as Ammons sonne be magnifide,
Till scornd of God and man a shamefull death he dide.
XLIX
All these together in one heape were throwne,
Like carkases of beasts in butchers stall.
And in another corner wide were strowne