Alexander Pope

All Nature is but art unknown to thee;
All chance direction, which thou canst not see;
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All Nature is but art unknown to thee;
All chance direction, which thou canst not see;
All discord, harmony not understood;
All partial evil, universal good;
And spite of pride, in erring reason's spite,
One truth is clear, Whatever is is right.

Know then, unnumber'd Spirits round thee fly,
The light Militia of the lower sky.

Know then, unnumber'd Spirits round thee fly,
The light Militia of the lower sky.

Be not the first by whom the new are tried,
Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.

Be not the first by whom the new are tried,
Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.

Good sense which only is the gift of Heaven,
And though no science, fairly worth the seven.

Good sense which only is the gift of Heaven,
And though no science, fairly worth the seven.

To err is human; to forgive, divine.

To err is human; to forgive, divine.