Where are we going?

However my heavenly digs will look

Jonathan Swift

Imitation of Horace

Book 2

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.

(Swift, 1710)