On the desire of Variety

'Tis strange Man's nature should be so inclin'd,
To relish nothing that is most refin'd,
Without variety, which we pursue,
Tho' worse than what we have, because 'tis new.
Yet thus we daily seek for more content
By vicious ways, which proves our punishment;
When down-right honesty would more prevail
For bliss, when all our wandring wishes fail.
Yet Nature will its natural desires
Maintain, and such variety requires,
That often turns our present joys to pain,
And makes our losses greater than our gain.