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Play every string in love’s sweet lyre— 
Set all its music flowing; 
Be air, and dew, and light, and fire, 
To keep the soul-flower growing. 
Mrs. Osgood. 
The rapid and the deep—the fall, the gulf, 
Have likenesses in feeling and in life. 
And life, so varied, hath more loveliness 
In one day than a creeping century 
Of sameness. 
Bailey. 
Youth loves and lives on change, 
Till the soul sighs for sameness; which at last 
Becomes variety; and takes its place. 
Bailey. 
Variety’s the source of joy below, 
From which still fresh revolving pleasures flow; 
In books and love the mind one end pursues, 
And only change the expiring flame renews. 
Gay. 
Wherefore did nature pour her bounties forth 
With such a full and unwithdrawing hand, 
Covering the earth with odours, fruits, and flocks. 
Thronging the seas with spawn innumerable, 
But all to please and sate a curious taste ? 
Milton. 
