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,
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May you have love that never ends, lots of money and lots of friends. Health be yours, whatever you do read more
May you have love that never ends, lots of money and lots of friends. Health be yours, whatever you do and may God send many blessings to you.
Wishers and woulders be small householders.
Wishers and woulders be small householders.
He calls his wish, it comes; he sends it back,
And says he called another; that arrives,
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He calls his wish, it comes; he sends it back,
And says he called another; that arrives,
Meets the same welcome; yet he still calls on;
Till one calls him, who varies not his call,
But holds him fast, in chains of darkness bound,
Till Nature dies, and judgment sets him free;
A freedom far less welcome than this chain.
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.
I wish they would only take me as I am.
I wish they would only take me as I am.
As you can not do what you wish, you should wish what you can do.
[Lat., Quoniam id fieri read more
As you can not do what you wish, you should wish what you can do.
[Lat., Quoniam id fieri quod vis non potest
Id velis quod possis.]
Some nights the sky wept stars that quickly floated and disappeared into the darkness before our wishes could meet them.
Some nights the sky wept stars that quickly floated and disappeared into the darkness before our wishes could meet them.
Every wish
Is like a prayer--with God.
Every wish
Is like a prayer--with God.
Little I ask; my wants are few;
I only wish a hut of stone
(A very plain read more
Little I ask; my wants are few;
I only wish a hut of stone
(A very plain brown stone will do),
That I may call my own;
And close at hand is such a one
In yonder street that fronts the sun.
