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Hero And Leander

It lies not in our power to love or hate,
For will in us is over-rul'd by fate.
hen 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.

by Christopher Marlowe

Comments (2)

this peom says alot. mean alot to anyone would read. i believe in some point we've all been down this road. great way to express this. great poem
good one....... i can relate a lot to your feelings.........