In effect, never was any work undertaken, and advanced with more Expedition, nor with more Ar∣dor, Zeal, and Submission. But the Grand design∣er of the World, the Architect of the Universe, and the generall Producer of all things, who takes de∣light to confound the Wisdom of the Wi••e, and to overthrow the Plots, and Enterpri••es of the most Powerfull, beholding these Fortifications rais'd neer mid-way, and being able no longer to endure this Audacity, and these presumptuous Attempts, re∣solv'd at last to overturn all these Fort••, and to cast a generall confusion of Tongues amongst the Car∣penters, and Masons. This made a Tower of Ba∣bel, that is to say of Disorder, War, and Confusion. This Stately Building, this lofty Cittadell, this im∣pregnable Fort, was but a Labyrinth of deaf and dumb people, who spake without hearing one ano∣ther, & cry'd out when it was not in any mans pow∣er 〈◊〉〈◊〉 help them.
Bring me quoth one a Trow••l, quickly, quick;
One brings him up a Hammer: Hew this Brick
Another bids, and then they cleave a Tree;
Mak•• fast this Rope, and then they let it flee;
One calls for Planks, another Mortar lacks,
They bring, the first a Stone, the last an Ax;
One would have Spik••s▪ and him a Spade they give;
A••oth••r asks a Saw, and gets a S••ive:
Th••s crosl••-••r••st th••y pra••e and point in vain,
What ••ne ha••h ma••e, a••••ther Mars again.
Ni••h Br••••••••l••ss all with t••••ir confused yawling,
In 〈◊〉〈◊〉 l••bour now begins appawling.
In Bri••f, th••se ••l••••••rs s••ein•• the Storm arriv'd.
Of Gods j••st Wrath, all we••k 〈◊〉〈◊〉 Heart depriv'd,
Fors••ke their purpose, and like Frantick Fools,
Scatter th••ir stuff, and tumble down their Tools.
Behold the Enterprises and Designs of the World▪