Give me my robe, put on my crown, I have Immortal longings in me.

Had doting Priam checked his son's desire, Troy had been bright with fame, and not with fire.

Methinks I have a great desire to a bottle of hay. Good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.

Why then, can one desire too much of a good thing?

l do desire we be better strangers

Desire of having is the sin of covetousness.