All concord's born of contraries.
Amidst the soft variety I'm lost.
Diversity, that is my motto.
The most delightful pleasures cloy without variety.
The variety of all things forms a pleasure.
Variety's the source of joy below, From whence still fresh-revolving pleasures flow, In books and love the mind one end pursues, And only change the expiring flames renews.
The character of a people may be ruined by charity.
