Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?

Why should honor outlive honestly?

Not marble, nor the gilded monumentsOf princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme.

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

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

Why then, can one desire too much of a good thing?