FOR HERO and LEANDER

 

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