I've oft been told by learned friars,
That wishing and the crime are one.
And Heaven punishes desires,
As much as if the deed were done.
If wishing damns us, you and I
Are damned to all our heart's content;
Come then, at least we may enjoy
Some pleasure for our punishment!
Thomas Moore (1779 – 1852)
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