Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.

Of all complexions the culled sovereignty Do meet, as at a fair, in her fair cheek, Where several worthies make one dignity, Where nothing wants that want itself doth seek.

He praises who wishes to sell.

We feel that we're fulfilling part of his wishes, albeit 199 years later,

He is a hypocrite who professes what he does not believe; not he who does not practice all he wishes or approves

How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, / By all their country's wishes blest!