All the worlds a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. Shakespeare.As You Like It, Act II. Scene 7. (Jaques.)
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 reasons spite, One truth is clear, WHATEVER IS, IS RIGHT. Pope.Essay on Man, Epistle I. Line 289. See title Right.