Matthew Prior

Variety alone gives joy;
The sweetest meats the soonest cloy.

Variety alone gives joy;
The sweetest meats the soonest cloy.

Ev'n so, with all submission, I
. . . .
Send you each year a homely letter,
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Ev'n so, with all submission, I
. . . .
Send you each year a homely letter,
Who may return me much a better.

Odds life! must one swear to the truth of a song?

Odds life! must one swear to the truth of a song?

The ends must justify the means.

The ends must justify the means.

Soft peace she brings, wherever she arrives:
She builds our quiet, as she forms our lives:
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Soft peace she brings, wherever she arrives:
She builds our quiet, as she forms our lives:
Lays the rough paths of peevish Nature even,
And opens in each heart a little Heaven.