[…] True indeed it is That They whom Death has hidden from our sight Are worthiest of the Mind’s regard; with these The future cannot contradict the past:

We stood on the bank of the dam surveying the squooshy wallow of mud. Jonah scooped up a fistful.

Like a mettled young war-horse that tosses his mane, / And frettingly champs at the bit and the rein

• I don't know how I'm going to afford all these Christmas presents.
• Maybe you'll win the lottery and become a millionaire overnight.
• I wish!