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72. On Babels Building.
Great God, no sooner borne, but we beginBabels 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, vntill it reach'd to heaven:
Lord, ere our Building shall begin to show,
Confound our Language, and our Building too.
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