The Enquiry

How near one Species to the next is join'd,
The due Gradations please a thinking Mind;
and there are Creatures which no eye can see,
That for a Moment live and breathe like me:
Whom a small Fly in bulk as far exceeds,
As yon tall Cedar does the waving Reeds:
These we can reach—and may we not suppose
There still are Creatures more minute than those.

Mrs. Leapor (Mary), Isaac Hawkins Browne, Poems upon several occasions (1748)

• evolution
• poetry
• taxonomy