Still I'm wishing

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.