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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
 
Penthea’s Dying Song
By John Ford (1586–c. 1640)
 
From ‘The Broken Heart’

  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 burnt out; no heat, no light        5
  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;        10
      Now Love dies—implying
Love’s martyrs must be ever, ever dying.
 
 
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