Nature’s great works no distance can obscure,
No smallness her near objects can secure: 140
You’ have taught the curious sight to press
Into the privatest recess
Of her imperceptible littleness:
You’ have learned to read her smallest hand,
And well begun her deepest sense to understand. 145
Mischief and true dishonour fall on those
Who would to laughter or to scorn expose
So virtuous and so noble a design,