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.’
‘An Essay on Man’ (1733-4), Epistle I. In John Butt (ed.), The Poems of Alexander Pope (1965), 515.
Just wonderful. So much for april fools.