English poem
Why we love, and why we hate
by Anonymous
Why we love, and why we hate, Is not granted us to know; Random chance, or wilful fate Guides the shaft from Cupid's bow.
If on me ZELINDA frown, Madness 'tis all in me to grieve; Since her will is not her own, Why should I uneasy live.
If I for ZELINDA die Deaf to poor MIZELLA's cries, Ask not me the reason why; Seek the riddle in the skies.
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