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It lies not in our power to love or hate,
For will in us is overruled by fate.
When
two are stripped, long ere the course begin,
We wish that one should love, 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 loved not at first sight?
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