What folly can be ranker. Like our shadows,Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.
We see time's furrows on another's brow,* * * * *How few themselves in that just mirror see!
The man of wisdom is the man of years.
We rise in glory as we sink in pride.
And what is reason? Be she thus defined:Reason is upright stature in the soul.
For who can write so fast as men run mad?
Jeannie: Your wish is my command, Master.
Shenron: Speak. Name your wish. Say it now and it will be so granted.
With all thy sober charms possest,Whose wishes never learnt to stray.
Where nothing wants that want itself doth seek.
Wishing, of all employments is the worst.
What most we wish, with ease we fancy near.
Man wants but little here below,Nor wants that little long.
If a man could half his wishes he would double his Troubles.
Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought:I stay too long by thee, I weary thee.
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