Fird1 at first sight with what the Muse imparts, In fearless youth we tempt the height of arts, While from the bounded level of our mind Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind; But more advancd, behold, with strange surprise, New distant scenes of endless science rise. So pleasd at first the towring Alps we try, Mount oer the vales, and seem to tread the sky; Th eternal snows appear already past, And the first clouds and mountains seem the last; But these attaind, we tremble to survey The growing labours of the lengthend way: Th increasing prospect tires our wandering eyes; Hills peep oer hills, and Alps on Alps arise. Alexander Pope