I 've often wish'd that I had clear, For life, six hundred pounds a year;

I 've often wish'd that I had clear,
For life, six hundred pounds a year;
A handsome house to lodge a friend;
A river at my garden's end;
A terrace walk, and half a rood
Of land set out to plant a wood.
-- Jonathan Swift (1667-1745)
-- Imitation of Horace, Book ii, Sat, 6