Periodically.

O gentle friends, long 'ol upland stream,
Were I king, oh what treasures I'd bear

[Whereas] I being poor, have only my dreams,
Shivering prayers I might spare.

"King's Irish Blessing" by Cristi Miller and John Jacobson

Spread anew your wings, Icarus.
For the Sun has set.

I often wonder,
What thoughts the pretty girls have
For surely not mine

I think I can help,
Even though I'm not pretty.
Please, don't make me beg.