John Dryden

Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; every little absence is an age.

Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; every little absence is an age.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun,
Is Nature's eye.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun,
Is Nature's eye.

Ev'n wit's a burthen, when it talks too long.

Ev'n wit's a burthen, when it talks too long.

You know I met you,
Kist you, and prest you close within my arms,
With all the read more

You know I met you,
Kist you, and prest you close within my arms,
With all the tenderness of wifely love.

Whatever he did, was done with so much ease,
In him alone 'twas natural to please.

Whatever he did, was done with so much ease,
In him alone 'twas natural to please.