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.
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He that humbleth himself wishes to be exalted
He that humbleth himself wishes to be exalted
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.
A goal without a plan is just a wish.
A goal without a plan is just a wish.
We cannot wish for that we know not.
[Fr., On ne peut desirer ce qu'on ne connait pas.]
We cannot wish for that we know not.
[Fr., On ne peut desirer ce qu'on ne connait pas.]
And the evil wish is most evil to the wisher.
And the evil wish is most evil to the wisher.
You have wished it so, you have wished it so, George Dandin, you
have wished it so.
[Fr., read more
You have wished it so, you have wished it so, George Dandin, you
have wished it so.
[Fr., Vous l'avez voulu, vous l'avez voulu, George Dandin, vous
l'avez voulu.]
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.
If I live to grow old, as I find I go down,
Let this be my fate in a read more
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,
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.
