Hero and Leander 

It lies not in our power to love or hate, 

For will in us is over-rul'd by fate. 

When 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. 

Christopher Marlowe