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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With all thy sober charms possest,
Whose wishes never learnt to stray.
With all thy sober charms possest,
Whose wishes never learnt to stray.
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.
Love is not affectionate feeling, but a steady wish for the loved person's ultimate good as far as it can read more
Love is not affectionate feeling, but a steady wish for the loved person's ultimate good as far as it can be obtained
Wishers and woulders be small householders.
Wishers and woulders be small householders.
I wish they would only take me as I am.
I wish they would only take me as I am.
A goal without a plan is just a wish.
A goal without a plan is just a wish.
My wish isn't to mean everything to everyone but something to someone.
My wish isn't to mean everything to everyone but something to someone.
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!
Of all complexions the culled sovereignty
Do meet, as at a fair, in her fair cheek,
Where read more
Of all complexions the culled sovereignty
Do meet, as at a fair, in her fair cheek,
Where several worthies make one dignity,
Where nothing wants that want itself doth seek.
