It lies not in our power to love or hate, <br />For will in us is over-rul'd by fate. <br />hen two are stript long ere the course begin, <br />We wish that one should lose, the other win; <br />And one especially do we affect <br />Of two gold ingots, like in each respect: <br />The reason no man knows; let it suffice, <br />What we behold is censur'd by our eyes. <br />Where both deliberate, the love is slight: <br />Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first sight.<br /><br />Christopher Marlowe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hero-and-leander/
