Variety's the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor.

'Tis liberty alone that gives the flower Of fleeting life its lustre and perfume; And we are weeds without it.

Ye therefore who love mercy, teach your sons to love it, too.

With spots quadrangular of diamond form, ensanguined hearts, clubs typical of strife, and spades, the emblems of untimely graves.

Thus happiness depends, as nature shows, less on exterior things than most suppose.

When nations are to perish in their sins, 'tis in the Church the leprosy begins.

Grief is itself a medicine.