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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.
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If on me Zelinda frown,
‘Tis madness all in me to grieve;
Since her will is not her own,
Why should I uneasy live?
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If I for Zelinda die,
Deaf to poor Mizella’s cries,
Ask not me the reason why,
Seek the riddle in the skies.
