A thousand Kinds unknown in Forrests breed,
And bite the Leaves, and notch the growing Weed;
Have each their several Laws, and settled States,
And constant Sympathies, and constant Hates;
Their changing Forms no artful Verse describes,
Or how fierce War destroys the wand'ring Tribes.
How prudent Nature feeds her various Young,
Has been (if not untold) at least unsung.
To th'Insect Race the  her Pain denies,
While prouder Men the little Ant despise.
But tho' the Bulky Kinds are easy known,
Yet Nature's Skill is most in Little shown;
Beside that Man by some kind Dæmon taught
Has Secrets found, that were of Old unsought.
Laborious Wights have wond'rous Opticks made,
Whose borrow'd Sight the curious Searcher aid,
And show, what Heav'n to common View denies
Strange puny Shapes, unknown to vulgar Eyes.