Christopher Marlowe (Кристофер Марло)

Hero and Leander

It lies not in our power to love or hate,
For will in us is over-rul'd by fate.
hen 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. 

1. Our Conquering Swords
2. Accurs'D Be He That First Invented War
3. Lament for Zenocrate
4. Ignoto
5. The Face That Launch'd a Thousand Ships

Thomas Hood (Томас Гуд (Худ)) Hero and Leander ("It is not with a hope my feeble praise")

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