Great laughter was in heaven
A city and tow’r, whose top may reach Heaven;And get themselves a name, lest far dispersedIn foreign lands their memory be lostUpon their tongues a various spirit to razeQuite out of their native language, and insteadTo sow a jangling noise of words unknown:Forthwith a hideous gabble rises loudAmong the builders; each to other callsNot understood,…
