It lies not in our power to love or hate
For will in us is over-ruled by fate.
When two are stripped, long ere the
course begin,
We wish that one should lose, the other
win;
And one especially do we affect
Of two gold ingots, like in each respect.
The reason no man knows; let it suffice,
What we behold is censured by our eyes.
Where both deliberate, the love is slight;
Who ever loved, that love not a first
Sight?
Christopher Marlowe