Nature, the Vicar of the Almightie Lord.
—Chaucer, "The Assembly of Foules."
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.
—Pope, "Essay on Man."