Book I, 73: On Babels Building

Great God, no sooner borne, but we begin
Babels accurs'd Foundation, by our Sin:
Our thoughts, our words, our deeds are ever yeelding
The sad materials of our sinfull Building:
Should not thy Grace prevent it, it would even
Rise, and rise up, untill it reach'd to heaven:
Lord, ere our Building shall begin to show,
Confound our Language, and our Building too