Chapter 2 No.2

Next unto this a statelie Towre appeared, 505

Built all of richest stone that might bee found,

And nigh unto the heavens in height upreared,

But placed on a plot of sandie ground:

Not that great towre which is so much renownd

For tongues confusion in Holie Writ, 510

King Ninus worke, might be compar'd to it.

But, O vaine labours of terrestriall wit,

That buildes so stronglie on so frayle a soyle,

As with each storme does fall away and flit,

And gives the fruit of all your travailes toyle 515

To be the pray of Tyme, and Fortunes spoyle,

I saw this towre fall sodainlie to dust,

That nigh with griefe thereof my heart was brust.