and let us make us a Name_. Here you see the intent of their Building
was to make them a Name, though God made it a Confusion; as all such
other lofty Buildings built in Blood and Tyranny, of which nothing now
remains but the Name; which is excellently exprest by _Ovid_ in the
Fifteenth Book of his _Metamorphosis_.

Troy _rich and powerful, which so proudly stood,
That could for ten years spend such streams of Blood,
For Buildings, only her old Ruines shows,
For Riches, Tombs, which slaughter'd Sires enclose_,
Sparta, Mycenæ, _were of_ Greece _the Flowers;
So_ Cecrops _City, and_ Amphion's _Towers:
Now glorious_ Sparta _lies upon the ground.
Lofty_ Mycenæ _hardly to be found.
Of_ Oedipus _his_ Thebes _what now remains?
Or_ of Pandion's Athens, _but their Names?_

So also _Sylvester_ in his _Du Bartus_.

Thebes, Babel, Rome, _those proud Heaven-daring Wonders,
Lo under ground in Dust and Ashes lie,
For earthly Kingdoms even as men do die._

By this you may see that frail Paper is more durable than Brass or
Marble; and the Works of the Brain more lasting than that of the Hand;
so true is that old Verse,

Marmora _Mæonij_ vincunt Monumenta Libelli:
Vivitur ingenio, cætera mortis erunt.