Of Systems possible, if 'tis confest
That Wisdom infinite must form the best,
Where all must full, or not coherent be,
And all that rises, rise in due degree;
Then, in the scale of life and sense, 'tis plain
There must be, some where, such a rank as Man;
And all the question (wrangle 'ere so long)
Is only this, if God has plac'd him wrong?