True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, as those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.

True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, as those who move easiest have learned to dance

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

Those move easiest who have learn'd to dance

Music resembles poetry, in each
Are nameless graces which no methods teach,
And which a master hand alone can reach.

So vast is art, so narrow human wit.