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


The Mistress: A Song, ll. 5–8.

John Wilmot Quotes

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

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

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

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