No. 216. Saturday, August 26, 1710.
—Nugis addere pondus.
From my own apartment, August 25.
NATURE is full of wonders; every atom is a stand∣ing miracle, and endowed with such qualities, as could not be impressed on it by a power and wisdom less than infinite. For this reason, I would not discourage any searches that are made into the most minute and trivial parts of the creation. However, since the world a∣bounds in the noblest fields of speculation, it is, methinks, the mark of a little genius to be wholly conversant a∣mong insects, reptiles, animalcules, and those trifling ra∣rities that furnish out the apartment of a virtuoso.
There are some men whose heads are so odly turned this way, that though they are utter strangers to the com∣mon occurrences of life, they are able to discover the sex of a cockle, or describe the generation of a mite, in all its circumstances. They are so little versed in the world, that they scarce know a horse from an ox; but at the same time will tell you, with a great deal of gravity, that a flea is a rhinoceros, and a snail an hermaphrodite. I have known one of these whimsical philosophers who has set a greater value upon a collection of spiders than he would upon a flock of sheep, and had sold his coat off his back to purchase a tarantula.
I would not have a scholar wholly unacquainted with these secrets and curiosities of nature; but certainly the mind of man, that is capable of so much higher contem∣plations, should not be altogether fixed upon such mean and disproportioned objects. Observations of this kind are apt to alienate us too much from the knowlege of