She proudly sits) more over-rules the flood Than she the hearts of those that near her stood. Even as, when gaudy nymphs pursue the chase, Wretched Ixion's shaggy-footed race, Incensed with savage heat, gallop amain 115 From steep pine-bearing mountains to the plain, So ran the people forth to gaze upon her, And all that viewed her were enamored on her. And as, in fury of a dreadful fight, 121 It lies not in our power to love or hate, For will in us is over-ruled 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 165 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? 170 |