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.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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