Line after line my gushing eye o'erflow, Led thro' a said variety of woe: Now warm in love, now with'ring in my bloom, Lost in a convent's solitary gloom!
But now being lifted into high society, And having pick'd up several odds and ends Of free thoughts in his travels for variety, He deem'd, being in a lone isle, among friends, That without any danger of a riot, he Might for long lying make himself amends; And singing as he sung in his warm youth, Agree to a short armistice with truth.
Competition is a process or variety of habitual behavior that grows out of a habit of mind.
Amidst the soft variety I'm lost.
Variety's the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavour.
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.
Variety alone gives joy; The sweetest meats the soonest cloy.
For variety of mere nothings gives more pleasure than uniformity of something. [Ger., Weil Verschiedenheit des Nichts mehr ergotzt, als Einerleiheit des Etwas.]
When our old Pleasures die, Some new One still is nigh; Oh! fair Variety!
No pleasure endures unseasoned by variety.
Variety is the soul of pleasure.
Variety of mere nothings gives more pleasure than uniformity of something.
My philosophy? Simplicity plus variety.
If variety is the spice of life, marriage is the big can of leftover Spam.
The most delightful pleasures cloy without variety.
Variety of mere nothings gives more pleasure than uniformity of something.
Variety's the very spice of life, that gives it all its flavor.
Sameness is the mother of disgust, variety the cure.