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

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

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.

l do desire we be better strangers

Desire of having is the sin of covetousness.