If I live to grow old, as I find I go down,
Let this be my fate in a country town;
May I have a warm house, with a stone at my gate,
And a cleanly young girl to rub my bald pate.
May I govern my passions with an absolute sway,
Grow wiser and better as my strength wears away,
Without gout or stone, by a gentle decay.
- Walter Pope, The Old Man's Wish,
You May Also Like / View all maxioms
He hoped and prayed that there wasn't an afterlife. Then he realized there was a contradiction involved here and merely read more
He hoped and prayed that there wasn't an afterlife. Then he realized there was a contradiction involved here and merely hoped that there wasn't an afterlife.
You pursue, I fly; you fly, I pursue; such is my humor. What you
wish, Dondymus, I do not read more
You pursue, I fly; you fly, I pursue; such is my humor. What you
wish, Dondymus, I do not wish, what you do not wish, I do.
Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.
Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.
What one has wished for in youth, in old age one has in
abundance.
[Ger., Was man in read more
What one has wished for in youth, in old age one has in
abundance.
[Ger., Was man in der Jugend wunscht, hat man im Alter die
Fulle.]
When you love someone, all your saved-up wishes start coming out.
When you love someone, all your saved-up wishes start coming out.
"Man wants but little here below
Nor wants that little long,"
'Tis not with me exactly so;
read more
"Man wants but little here below
Nor wants that little long,"
'Tis not with me exactly so;
But 'tis so in the song.
My wants are many, and, if told,
Would muster many a score;
And were each wish a mint of gold,
I still should long for more.
Man wants but little, nor that little long;
How soon must he resign his very dust,
Which read more
Man wants but little, nor that little long;
How soon must he resign his very dust,
Which frugal nature lent him for an hour!
I've often wished that I had clear,
For life, six hundred pounds a year,
A handsome house read more
I've often wished that I had clear,
For life, six hundred pounds a year,
A handsome house to lodge a friend,
A river at my garden's end,
A terrace walk, and half a rood
Of land, set out to plant a wood.
Man wants but little here below,
Nor wants that little long.
Man wants but little here below,
Nor wants that little long.
