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To all earth-dwellers, whatever they earn

By their life-works. He should love, that is,

All true men most tenderly,

And spare the wicked, as we have said.

The man himself he must love in mind,

And all his vices view with hatred,

And cut them away as best he can.

XXVIII

What man that learning on earth lacks

Does marvel not at the moving clouds,

The swift heavens, the stars' wheeling,

How never ceasing they spin around

The mass of earth? Which of mankind

No wonder shows at these shining bodies,

How that some of them a lesser space

Of course revolve, and others run

In longer circle? One of these lights

Is by world-men the Waggon Shafts called.

This a shorter course and journey keeps,

A smaller circle than other stars,

For it turns about the heavenly axle

At the northern end, nigh revolving.

On this same axle all is circling,

The spacious heavens are swiftly speeding,

Southward rushing, swift, untiring.

What earthly mortal does not marvel,