How dear is my absence from you going to cost me? How tedious will the hours seem?
This signifies precicely, "If I was always with you, my stock of fine speeches would be soon exhausted: I should have nothing new to say to you: when I see you again, you will like me the better."
Some rhyming fools are fond of the occasion of complaining, in lamentable verse, of the tortures they suffer by absence; which is, however, only a handle of shewing their wit, at the grievous expence of truth and reason, which they martyrize in the stale, trite hyperboles of hours being months, months years, and years whole ages, in their kalendar: of their being kept alive only by the hopes of feeling what they love again. These strains are proof of the real absence of common sense.
rhyming | rhiming A Dictionary of Love (1787)