Wish Come True

Anonymous

		A longing after more than outward pleasure,
		A digging to discover hidden treasure.
		An Aesop's net, where mouselike you may see
		A nibbling coney set a lion free.
		The pleasant'st game that ever was invented.
		The sweetest sin, so hard to be repented,
		That makes the lawyer plead without a fee
		And the divine commit idolatry;
		That makes the daring soldier to prefer
		A single combat far before the war;
		Turns age to youth, that once again they might
		In August taste of pleasant May's delight.