Variety's the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor.
No man can be a patriot on an empty stomach.
A fool must now and then be right, by chance.
They whom truth and wisdom lead, can gather honey from a weed.
Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.
Where men of judgment creep and feel their way, The positive pronounce without dismay.
Wisdom is humble that he knows no more.
The earth was made so various, that the mind Of desultory man, studious of change, And pleased with novelty, might be indulged.
The dogs did bark, the children screamed, Up flew the windows all; And every soul bawled out, Well done! As loud as he could bawl.
O solitude, where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.
Satan trembles when he sees the weakest saint upon their knees.
No wild enthusiast could rest, till half the world like him was possessed.
Remorse, the fatal egg that pleasure laid.
Thus happiness depends, as nature shows, less on exterior things than most suppose.
Reasoning at every step he treads, Man yet mistakes his way, Whilst meaner things, whom instinct leads, Are rarely known to stray.