The faute I can not tell:
Put you together and spell,
My lordes of the councell.
I feare all be not well,
Ambycion so dothe swell,
As gothe[397] by reporte,
Amonge [398] the greatest sorte;
A wonderfull sorte of selles,[399]
That vox populi telles,[400]
Of those bottomlesse welles,[401]