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 A numerous brigad hasten'd. As when bands Of pioners with spade and pickaxe arm'd Forerun the royall camp, to trench a field, Or cast a rampart. Mammon led them on, Mammon, the least erected spirit that fell From heav'n, for even in heav'n his looks & thou[ ] Were alwayes downward bent, admiring more The riches of Heav'ns pavement, trod'n gold, Then aught divine or holy else enjoy'd In vision beatific: by him first Men also, and by his suggestion taught Ransack'd the center, and with impious hands Rifl'd the bowells of thir mother Earth For treasures better hid. Soon had his crew Op'n'd into the hill a spacious wound And dig'd out ribs of gold. Let none admire That riches grow in hell; that soyle may best Deserve the precious bane. And here let those Who boast in mortall things, and wondring tell Of Babell, and the works of Memphian kings, Learne how thir greatest monuments of fame, And strength and art are easily outdon By spirits reprobate, and in an houre What in an age they with incessant toyle And hands innumerable scarce perform. Nigh on the plain in many cells prepar'd