….the flowery leaf
wants not its soft inhabitants. The stone,
hard as it is, in every winding pore
holds multitudes. But chief the forest-boughs,
which dance unnumber'd to th' inspiring breeze
….even animals subsist
On animals, in infinite descent;
And all so fine adjusted, that the loss
Of the least species would disturb the whole.
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