LXXIII. iQrhe ~atch±ohJet of ®itiS})Oll. *- i11aluibluZratcLxii. 530 (= xii. 5623).

As men who climb a hill behold The plain beneath them all unrolled, And thence with searching eye survey The crowds that pass along the way, So those on wisdom's mount who st and A lofty vantage-ground command. They thence can scan the world below, Immersed in err or , sin and woe ; Can mark how mortals vainly grieve, Th e true reject, the false receive, The good forsake, th e bad embrace, Th e substance flee and sha dows chas e. Bu t none who have not gained that height, Can good and ill discern aright .