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 Heavens, and considers their Immensity, the Number, the Distance, the Largeness and the Brightness of the Orbs which roll about him, can a Man be then so vain to cry, all these are his? or, if he looks at home, and surveys the Earth, stored with innumerable Species of Animals, all formed with exquisite Beauty and Exactness, and supplied with every Requisite to make them rejoice in their Existence; will there not appear some better Reason for all this, than meerly to supply his Luxury, and give him Subjects whereon to exercise his Power?—Do not the Insect Kinds, formed in the utmost Perfection, (the greatest part of which are to his naked Eye invisible, and almost all of them useless to him,) plainly say, they were not made for him?''—How little either of the Heavens or of the Earth is he acquainted with! and how imperfect is his Knowledge even of that Little which be thinks he knows!''

Mean and ridiculous is that Idea of the , which limits his Care to : but how must the Soul be filled with Amazement, and Love and Adoration, that considers him as the impartial Parent of the whole Universe'', and equally extending his Beneficence to every One of all his Creatures according to the Rank it bears. The primary Intent of the Almighty in the Existence of every Being must have been to make it happy, and the Relation in which it stands''