But oh, how slowly minutes roll
When absent from her eyes,
That feed my love, which is my soul:
It languishes and dies. (John Wilmot, 2nd Earl of Rochester)

But oh, how slowly minutes roll When absent from her eyes, That feed my love, which is my soul: It languishes and dies.

John Wilmot, 2nd Earl of Rochester

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