On the 23 rd day of the Blog
chatter’s #WRITEAPAGEADAY, Here is a poem with love as the major theme.
Poet: JOHN FORD
Poem: LOVE’S MARTYRS
Oh, no more, no more, too late
Sighs are spent; the burning tapers
Of a life as chaste as fate,
Pure as are unwritten papers,
Are burned out; no heat, no light
Now remains; ‘tis ever night.
Love is dead; let lovers’ eyes,
Locked in endless dreams,
Th’ extremes of all extremes,
Ope no more, for now Love dies.
Now Love dies---implying
Love’s martyrs must be ever, ever dying.
Ford, John, 1586–c.1640, English dramatist, b.
Devonshire. He went to London to study law but was never called to the bar. The
early part of his playwriting career was taken up with collaborations, primarily
with Dekker.
It was not until 1606 that Ford wrote his first
works for publication. In the spring of that year he was expelled from Middle
Temple, due to his financial problems, and Fame's Memorial and Honour
Triumphant soon followed. Both works are clear bids for patronage: Fame's
Memorial is an elegy of 1169 lines on the recently-deceased Charles Blount, 1st
Earl of Devonshire, while Honour Triumphant is a prose pamphlet, a verbal
fantasia written in connection with the jousts planned for the summer 1606
visit of King Christian IV of Denmark. It is unknown whether either of these brought
any financial remuneration to Ford; yet by June 1608 he had enough money to be
readmitted to the Middle Temple.
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