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,
Their fellows being slain or put to flight,
Poor soldiers stand with fear of death
dead-strooken,

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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

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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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