"Still I'm wishing"
di Thomas Betterton (1635?-1710)

Still I'm wishing, still desiring;
Sill she's giving, I requiring;
Yet each gift I think too small.
Still the morn I am presented,
Still the less I am contented,
Thro' she vows she has giv'n me all.
Can Drusilla give no more?
Has she lavish'd all her store?
Must my hopes to nothing fall?
O you know not half your treasure;
Give me more, give over measure,
Yet you can never, never give me all.