While pensive poets painful vigils keep
Sleepless themselves to give their readers sleep.
Alexander Pope
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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.
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