Classic Poem

The whore that rides in us abides,
A strong beast is within;
Able to beare her finest ware,
There Lives the man of sin
Which if destroyd, be not afraid
Of rooms great papal power.
Alas wee may, most of us say,
Weer stones of Babels towre,
And if shee fall may suffer all
And sorrow for her Loss —
Though some her ruine fix
To that great year which many feard
Of (1) Sixty six and six —
If antichrist be dead within
Wee need not feare the man of sin.

That Church whose Building on the rock doth stand
Needs not to feare that engineer
Whose bottoms on the sand.