Whatever is, is right

Cease then, nor ORDER Imperfection name:
Our proper bliss depends on what we blame.
Know they own point: This kind, this due degree
Of blindness, weakness, Heav'n bestows on thee.
Submit -- In this, or any other sphere,
Secure to be as blest as thou canst bear:
Safe in the hand of one disposing Pow'r,
Or in the natal, or hte mortal hour.
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 refers to the condition of all people, not men or women particularly. The last line came, over the course of the eighteenth century, to represent a docile acquiescence to problems. Samuel Johnson likens his facile optimism to Leibniz.