High mounting, on the ſummit fix:

There bound thy view, wide-ſpread, nor vainly try
Farther to ſtretch the proſpect of thine eye:
Be, then, thy glorious lot to tread ſublime,
With ſteady ſteps, the meaſur'd trail of time: ⁠205
Be mine, with the prize-bearing worthies to mix,
In Greece, throughout the learned throng,
Proclaim'd unrival'd in my ſong.