l do desire we be better strangers

Jaques: God be wi' you. Let's meet as little as we can.
Orlando: I do desire we may be better strangers.

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?

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