Desire of having is the sin of covetousness.
O war! thou son of Hell!
Being of no power to make his wishes good: His promises fly so beyond his state That what he speaks is all in debt; he owes For every word.
With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls, for stony limits cannot hold love out
Thus may poor fools Belive false teachers.
If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.