Hero And Leande
It
lies
not
in
our
power
to
love
or
hate,
For
will
in
us
is
over-rul'd
by
fate.
When
two
are
stript
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
censur'd
by
our
eyes.
Where
both
deliberate,
the
love
is
slight:
Who
ever
lov'd,
that
lov'd
not
at
first
sight.